underboy whites small

revery, that old slang grope
down memory;
like a bottle thrown onto
the land from
lavender seas, the silhouette of
clouds; i float in

shuffles, fluff ing around…
it must be mysteries.

dive down to
the hidden sea,
the ruins of kouros,
sunken rocks, they look like
memories… look
like me… how do we run
in happy dreams away from
alive, alone,
dork rimbauds
on an instagram.

inside this bottle
here’s a note from
some lost soul inside some sea from
long ago, instead of lost from me.
and comets roll,
but mountains play,
nothing’s ever meant to be until
it looks like you.




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