Nothing Coherent

Austin Briggman
Jun 18 · 1 min read
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

repelling down a smooth
icy mountaintop
bone dry shivers in your eyes

hiding behind your sandcastle walls
awaiting the roaring threat
of oncoming tides

we exist here
together
rambling on and on
about nothing coherent
nothing magical

but still

i am on top of this
grassy knoll
naked on the green blades
waiting for the sunlight


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Austin Briggman

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secular humanist. anarchist. storyteller. king of dragonflies.

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