OUR REFLECTION OUR IDOL

Even Stranger In a Dream

Memory (Poetry)

I can feel the words burrow into the brain
Twist and jab, anything it takes to burrow into memory 
Then it struck 
I'm a man at sea, strapped to the deck of a dead ship 
I'm a man hurled towards the sun 
Flesh and fire, curled into atoms of expelled energy 

-K.M.O

-KMO

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