Mine eyes retain the scourge
of love
blueness bites vogue sun
scarring moon-clusters in
unyielding boughs lamenting
this sidereal zither.
Mine eyes burn pale fire
through chaffed hands pallid
markings wall-scrunched
and depthless now
names wield swords as their
sharp edges bequeath wound upon
wound taking helm to helm,
no shattered voice of pain.
Mine eyes still these urgent
importances distilling the
crucial hour's wane - unreliable sundial seeking the sun
to scale shadows telling time
Mine eyes know
her nudeness vague, her bareness clear, her voice splintering the woodwork of soul,
keeping it in a jar,
urn,
rotundly incarcerated there,
mouth sings lip-meanderings
multiplied wolves at
the door.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
Mine eyes retain the scourge
of love
blueness bites vogue sun
scarring moon-clusters in
unyielding boughs lamenting
this sidereal zither.
Mine eyes burn pale fire
through chaffed hands pallid
markings wall-scrunched
and depthless now
names wield swords as their
sharp edges bequeath wound upon
wound taking helm to helm,
no shattered voice of pain.
Mine eyes still these urgent
importances distilling the
crucial hour's wane - unreliable sundial seeking the sun
to scale shadows telling time
Mine eyes know
her nudeness vague, her bareness clear, her voice splintering the woodwork of soul,
keeping it in a jar,
urn,
rotundly incarcerated there,
mouth sings lip-meanderings
multiplied wolves at
the door.
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