your webbed mind was birthed
in the light
the spiders moved in
and the night
the cobwebs now hug the silence
like soft snow upon the mountain tops
and yet i spy your sheen
from over rowdy seas
little girl
blowing black bubbles
through your midsummer
mid-simmer
i guess autumn came early
stark gusts spinning
tearing leaves yet green
leaving tears upstream
where others dare but wither
you. thrash.
you are the ember
amongst ash
i see the fight in you
i see you bloom
and though the seas envelop you and me
you steam and hiss
a flare bubbling
20,000 leagues under the sea
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