Inventing the day,
Circular possessions,
All I own cannot be touched,
Everything lost in a fire,
Blazing nocturnal,
The slab of marble becomes
A tin marker,
Watching with stillness
As fleshes mesh with time,
A poet remains:
The spherical elimination
Casting lights on dark
I find my axis
I find myself the epitome
And the footsteps
In the puddles resound
In my minds echoes;
My body is a transparent verse,
Night unfolds , I
Can see myself again.
Listen to me as you listen
To the water,
I am the unhindered thunder,
The shadow in the light's
Ignorant glow,
From my footsteps rise the
Steam,
I am still The DedPoet,
As you sleep in your bed
I invent my new homes:
Nightly I bocome a
Poem of The Nocturne.
