Life when I
Want to live,
In fires that
Ramble,
Ruby spit,
Their tarot turns
Scattered through love
Seeds resplendent
In winter caves…✝️💎👻🔥
Life when I
Want to live,
In fires that
Ramble,
Ruby spit,
Their tarot turns
Scattered through love
Seeds resplendent
In winter caves…✝️💎👻🔥
Invisible reels,
The staggering
Myth.
Gone
Beyond
A recognizable
Face,
Dampened sounds
Sunken by
Weighted moonlight.
Crushed to
Impervious
Hymns
Deadening
Shrouded pews.
Tears a
Seal
To close former
Pictures,
Silk rivers
Masquerading
Along broken
Sunlight
Bleaching
Small stained glass
Worlds.
Beauty’s slow
Washout,
Oil glimmers
Tugging on
Undulating paint swirls,
Throws of midnight
Ash
Shoving pristine
Universes
Out of scope…
Fans splay
Bones
Set to blaze,
Inner filming
Rocks
Cascading foes
Silent.
Tripped to blood
Rollicking
Smoke,
Cape of
Ash
Thrown over
Trick fire
Decimated.
How I’ve felt when the chain
Is undone,
Then linked to the Other.
She floats through the
Mind’s backdrop,
A disturbing vision.
What he’ll say to cut me off,
The anger stirring.
I’ll sigh in regret,
Pinned to my death’s
Wish.
How the days will
Prolong themselves,
Filtered into caustic
Nightmares.
As you are far,
So I am near.
In revelation,
Wandering beyond starlight.
A voice familiar,
Kept in my unconscious
Spindle.
So close you’ve
Come to
Knowing,
Yet tracks split
In seething fury.
Restless lovers
On the rusted
Wings
Yearning to take off
Into night.
Your glassy eyes
An indicator,
The bottomless orbs
Of everlasting traces.
A tip of the hat,
The call to flight,
Raven’s beak
A soft sounding
Recollection
Of our time in
An infinitely marked earth.
Blushing rains,
Cool waltz taken
On a loving wind,
Fired to what
Breath makes
When
Quieted,
Forest serenade
Brought
Into
Scope
Of souls
Loosening,
The dedicated respite…
How a face
Of ridicule
Morphs
To its own
Ill timed horizon,
Drummed out
In droves,
A wave licking
Itself back,
Curtained
Eyes
Knowing
The
Cessation of
A quick-witted line,
The clapping
Drowning out
Spark plug feelings
Strung to
Lifting quandaries
Rousing a starry veil…
Showed to the
Virulent street,
An embittered jaunt
From limo
To ebony
Faceless steeple
Leaning,
Dark arts
A lesson to
Slather on hot
Plastic keys,
The ticker tape a
Reminder
Of solemn reasoning.
Midday,
No shine to embolden
A hunched suit about to
Bust,
Dried bread
In hands
Turning the small bowl of
Lunch stew,
What haunts to orchestrate into
Evening,
Tricks of the ancient
Covens,
The sad waltz of
Exiting
Players,
Trailing down to
A solitary clue to
Financial mazes
Flickering
Across the flaring
Mercurial screen,
Eye deliriums
Flashing over
The ticker tape carousel,
Each code an animal
Leaping into
Planetary confusion,
Of Santeria spun
To darkened hopes
Traipsing,
Roaring cabs testing
Strips of friction,
Roaring legs to
Throw back muddy
Shots to
In dingy blushing
Theaters way on
The other side
Of town,
Roaring cradles of
Limp eyed
Passengers
Going over the
Rutted avenues
Back where the
Fences welcome
Them into
Consecrated homes,
Ragged films to be
Stowed,
Coats to
Hang vertical,
The space
Gathered
For resting
Roundabouts,
Breathless bulls
To turn down
For another night…
Beauty loves
Its mirror,
But begs to be
Put back
Where the gardens
Wander beyond
Starlight…
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