Intercranial stuff

We will now start learning to die,
By an unreal act of holding skulls
In conversations with our insides,
As rain falls softly on our nights.

By a deep drowning we negotiate
Our waters from a nobody’s earth,
A death fear at the bottom of love,
A tongue twister by illucid mind.
All skulls who have learnt to die
Must dispose of inter-cranial stuff.

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