Hovering Human Head Drones

Even below all these rivers, peoples talking baits the ocean Even below all these rivers, on the side a hive has loomed To see the truth in your mind they destroyed my life Sacred trips I enjoined to shelter me Positioned time distantly in design You've listened to what I've once known Decayed looseleaf is used up and failing Without much sleep a droll visitor upon your stoop In time a tall monster will dream of me without aiming Even below all these rivers

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jul 16, 2026