If the blue shadow of the panther paws together in
plunges into the spear ...
If the black purple rain
To provide a fire water damage ...
If the desert To be consummated
around a center evicted from empty skulls ...
then squeezed the soul would seek not chained mouth or sleep
But a crack in the body I'd probably muted
see sacred place.
Then something slid under the door light
announce that invades as a sign of girls
impaled at the foot of a church intact in the ashes.
A solar image would long flowering: Strange
bonds of a soul who misses the smell of the wounds.
no twilight in the bucket, only
faces a closure wall that puts the thought.
If suddenly all in the hollow of silence
Getaway flapping without fear of darkness,
I think that finally, a nail, a crack,
would start to tear the universe.
0 comments:
Post a Comment