The (tragic, comic) Birth of Oedipus  

 Atlantis, dreaming

If physicality is a shell, I extol its essence;

I call upon it with my singing flutes. 


"on tonight's still night
moon gapes like cat's eye gleaming
dangerously low

in corners of hearts
shadows bury like earthworms
through tunnels clammed close

sleepless and restless
I sing through solitude's shell
songs of phantom seas" 

whirlpool of darkness
domed sky shaken upside down
stars wink their solace

wasted words drip down
from the fractures of my heart
staining my blank hands

swathed in between sheets
I remember your embrace
promising blue skies


My Head is an Empty Vessel  

Epilogue: Doorway

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