On the coast with a Twilight Ghost
I walk the shore in solace,
for all things that can’t be spoken.
The seagulls cry out
my famous getaway plan
shotgun and roses,
my old friend Moses.
There's a paper thin side never disclosed
because it's handled by a motion
and what used to matter to me most
can not be seen beyond the coast.
The pristine coast of Indigo Ghost
lay before us as the sky collided
and stars exploded into nothing
but cold space.
On the coast with the Ivory Ghost
the truths of yesterday
are buried deep in the approaching future.
Lapping waves and tides do sweep,
my heart lost among her countless beats,
but by bootstraps I rise again
I’m not one to satisfy defeat.
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