Poems from anyssa beeb
Oily sphere spin round my skull,
the swollen eye I call my own.
Watching through the mirror-gaze-
t'wards Orion hand and mortal grave.
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My vessel and I
And the chasm of sea
Separates I from my dear loove; She
The voids of the blue
Reflect empty eyes
And the structures of...
Again, I'm here.
In the blue-glass-room.
Thoughts, as I see them,
are scribbles and tunes.
In my heart grows wide valleys,
in my eyes...
I'm tripping.
Below the sheath of crepescule,
the caving walls of darkness fell;
3 dmensional pen in cube;
the shaded face of pale 4...