Wordle #179


I follow your cross expression

To its transmutable keep.

The gold flecks in your eyes

Fizzling like forgotten constellations.

We our old and contemptuous

Living cock over fist

In search of a more amorous feint.

Does your heart burn blue or orange?

I follow the miner, song sinking

Beneath the earth’s fleshless folds.

I waver and whoop in the covenant

Of this truncated garden, a mind

That will neither give nor spare

Its sole tenet the benefit of sentience.

My doubts forming an ocean

Into which I am dutifully extinguished.


Test over, brain dead.