Note of the Abyss

Squealish Hound-

Squak, Squak,
Squalish hound,
Hours at the lake,
Justifies by the Grand Work,
Blue hands gone limp,
I'll keep widows and water turn,
Given the carpet turned towards,
Dust.
You will find her prints
Coal Miner
Burned with acid
A dark feather.

Squak, Squak,

Pebbles and peat,
The moss
So he has trouble facing the truth,
Look down wind toward the scarlet,
Yes, the sparkle in the embankment,
There is gold crown laid to rest,
Two hands shape a heart.
Tied.

The Embarkment-

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