Dead Sea Stroll

Into the void; where I am lead
Stands the sempiternal stone
Eroded by the gasps of the dead
Waiting for the captain to journey’s end

A stillness; a sea with no shore

And upon my jaw: a number
Neatly carved in macabre scrimshaw
An Innocent tongue

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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