awoke to inky black and silver
watercolour paint-strokes swept across the heavens
the distant glimmer of a winter sun
and the unknowable strength of the atlantic’s lungs
i’m stepping countless miles of strata
last night’s blizzard clings to twisting branches
the distant glimmer of a winter sun
and the unknowable strength of the atlantic’s lungs
i think this landscape might change me.
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