We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
He’d become a part of the waves, it seemed, flesh and bone amidst the elements of those who had come before him, of those embedded in his blood, in his ichor, in his soul. For half a moment he wondered if he could simply take control of it, hoist the seas, the current, pull it all aside, reveal the enticements, the artifacts underneath. A longing for precision, might, and cunning – but something else called too, awakening in his ears, drumming through his mind, until suddenly it would take more than his acts of prowess, potential, and supremacy – piercing eyes narrowed along the tides.
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DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
