The stone

Thinking about Leonard Cohen’s use of words (still got ‘Hallelujah’ in my head), and then thinking about Trump, and whether he ever feels like this. I guess not.

The stone

 

The moment the stone is cast

The dye, the spell

The second the words leave your mouth

 

You gasp and inhale as if trying to suck the last seconds

Back inside you, to the depths inside you

Where they will never see the light of day again

 

Sloth, musing, out.

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