johnny case - Nocturne

The distant sea reaches us here
A tide of will to mane every call
Feeding search-mates to the tree branches
So no voice knows the air it moves thru hair
Sheared from dreams of a part-time
Nightmare working its way thru college
Into careers where full-time fears reside...
Far from the sea, whose mystery
Upon treeless branches
Combs the rays of its moonlight.

johnny case

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