by Apryl Skies
Akamu, the fisher king
whose name knows no age,
only the touch
of man to earth,
tide and bind
He crouches at shore
with line and hook
held as moon against
an ocean’s abandoned sky Continue reading
by Apryl Skies
Akamu, the fisher king
whose name knows no age,
only the touch
of man to earth,
tide and bind
He crouches at shore
with line and hook
held as moon against
an ocean’s abandoned sky Continue reading
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