Strindberg Project

Leviathan (2)

By jeremy

A long gone hieratic call
Shook a faded muscle hanging to the bone of a little thing
It was shining in the avalon
Shining unknown color shades of his own
But he was all alone

Can you hear it?
It feels like coming home
In the cities
Theyre running around a leak in the ground
Dancing for the fathoms of the evening tide
Running from all the preachers and the leprechauns

He rose with the dawn
And he could see now
A leviathan in the little things
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Published: December 25, 2012, 2:09 am