Pseudopsychosis.

Shadows tremble in ghost shores.

Blue river fiercely
Combed; bloomed,
Through wind, awakening cold ash.

In the frail honey surf
Arching
Warbling yellow trodden ages, roads;

Water gushing, stranded sun
Upon
Me; and I, I am dizzy with

Light. With the humming wind,
Shadows
Tremble in ghost shores; shaky with

A breath. One breath—sea light
You’re
Shifting, lying down— unwrapped, despoiled

Smoke presuming at dusk
Coldly
Straying in a steeped extinction

Of shadows; the stones cut
Water
As seeds fall beyond faint darkness.

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Lucy

“Poetess of darkness”–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major.

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