The heart of ghosts that won’t leave, the sorrowful sky remains, who shall watch over your banks, as the flood fills your hand, metal and bones between heaven and hell, swallowed by the thirst of desire, never satisfied, the blood of rivers branch to feed an ocean without depth, as the burning substance covers your eyes, in silence the extinguished lay without a name.

-Josh Fleming

Words from Neruda and Josh

Image by: Factory Fifteen


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