A walk down memory lane

  Listen back, further and further Don’t you smell the fire And hear the whoops of the hunt? Further now, your tendon straining the humidity, a vast expanse of green a flash intimation of rumbling mechanical beasts Go back even deeper Your wings are vibrating with anticipation A thousand rainbows drift lazily over your carapace Deeper still Here we are, dividing I make myself half to … Continue reading A walk down memory lane

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