Women and water. Woman.
Picture lashing the cycle.
Time spent thinking. Journey
Through varieties of courtesy: Wait.
Wish. Wonder. Worry. The sole
Of foot is never firm on wave. Wet
Ankle. Knee. Waist. Breast. Face.
(Who the fuck was Ophelia? Never
Mind, say nothing. I'm done
With knowledge, now I dream.)
What have you done?
(I saw it.)
What have you done?
(It was here. I tried
To bandage the rose
I tried a flashbulb
Repose, I died
The way
A raindrop
Does, I
Evaporated. Awkward
To say it
So I'll spell it:
It's done...)
Picture lashing the cycle.
Time spent thinking. Journey
Through varieties of courtesy: Wait.
Wish. Wonder. Worry. The sole
Of foot is never firm on wave. Wet
Ankle. Knee. Waist. Breast. Face.
(Who the fuck was Ophelia? Never
Mind, say nothing. I'm done
With knowledge, now I dream.)
What have you done?
(I saw it.)
What have you done?
(It was here. I tried
To bandage the rose
I tried a flashbulb
Repose, I died
The way
A raindrop
Does, I
Evaporated. Awkward
To say it
So I'll spell it:
It's done...)
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the "oh" was because I was listening to "Dominus Regnavit" (actually, I still am, it's on repeat) and that combined with this entry reduced me to the linguistic level of an ape.
"oh."
all sweet and thick and cherry-ish, fuck, I need to go home.