Crimson veil, in strands of velvet,
Shadows holes so deep, yet full,
Upon and through clear clouds englobed,
Hold all the meaning, thought; and mull.
Pointed stripes up, cutting darkness.
Peachy border down below:
Well, closed up by ivory planks,
Always to prevent its blow.
Gape of paradise, extended
Past the limits of what's forth.
Riddled thoughts and whispered feeling,
To now be known of its full worth.
Beige earth, smooth and ever-soothing:
Paleness, spread on pleasant mounds.
Is what always sets apart and
Into fading visage wounds.
Crimson veil, in strands of velvet,
Shadows holes, deep, never dull,
Into two lunar suns engraved
Is where I stare, for they will lull.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC