Submarine Poem by Dylan KD.
Submarine
A drape with no arms to swing open
drenched in slowing knives thrown from set enemies
your deafened from the indigo charge
asleep in a veil of drool.
A movement streams in math
your forced coma grows in rows
dreaming of silent seas
alone in a frozen bow.
Waves of drooping signals
come weening off of froth
a ladder falls in a typhoon
which slows the glowing moon.
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5/6/2024 6:33:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow very nice... makes me think a lot good job