A million lakes
Boats subside by side
Oath taken to heart
A meaningless, midnight tryst
Solid gold flake lungs
Burnt by smoke
Breathing a dimension less travelled
Not enough steam to power the galaxy
Embers dying in winter eyes
Ice cold war zone out
Blinking planes
Existing solemnly swearing
Tossed out of bed
By bitter hands
and broken voices
Bottle to the desk
Liquoured up and deep
Not signing on for a sequel
before the first one begins
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