Look at all the eyes
of humanity and light
cry into blood-welling
forgotten in unbridled free verse;
around the corner that last breath
in the mirror
moves in dream and desire
nigh to each taraxcum dandelion
flowering over mother’s relics;
another death
under the stars.
Into the darkest shadows,
in murderous torpor,
times of the fish
and times of the born
a man, a woman
and a flower in the dark
kneeled into the lines
of a dream,
lines of a dream
flows like death
dream and death
in a frenzy fire, my friend,
solitary like a forsaken past
in each shade of the sea
and a temple surrounding a dark voice,
in cold hands.
I see all their eyes on me
in blue ebbs
and lonesome ferns;
I look at their eyes
earthbound,
I’d awake,
and I could not whisper
into the integrity,
in a dance of a frost dark
in poetic desire
free of mind.
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