rain in my head
seep out my eyes
drain from my heart,
now i do part

forgetting is dead
on flow thrives
muscled in by layers-
voiced with slayers

idled upon energy's thread
cuckoo'd from its tide
familied by a brand-
freezes hour's sand

sear'd till widespread
my marrow to fry
murdered by ghost
living now as their host

Alone Tone

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