dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)

Black feathers as I dreamed,do not look at me; ebony moonthe lust of the body of the shore,as nightmares, in what I’ve neverknown at all, reflect the Artemis moon;the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-huntto the red-hills,and a sea,cocktails of sweatdeath at the ground. There is beauty in the death of thingsin imminent dreaming,for it’sContinue reading “dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)”