My lute has found a voice
made of porcelain
and the risible rattle
of dry leaves.
I have only one note.
But my lunacy resounds.
With only two hands
I grasp; dropping -
the Sun…
But I keep the Moon
for an Eclipse
when I want
one.
like an amateur Magician
at a Mirror,
over a
Sink.
i shave a Dove
in my sleeve -
for the
wings.
that I weave
for lucid
Sleep.
[ I think }
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
My lute has found a voice
made of porcelain
and the risible rattle
of dry leaves.
I have only one note.
But my lunacy resounds.
With only two hands
I grasp; dropping -
the Sun…
But I keep the Moon
for an Eclipse
when I want
one.
like an amateur Magician
at a Mirror,
over a
Sink.
i shave a Dove
in my sleeve -
for the
wings.
that I weave
for lucid
Sleep.
[ I think }
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