This terrible fall

This terrible fall

what grotesque of grief
do you hold in your eyes?
Ten thousand slashes,the writhe of my every breath..

Away hasty hands
cold defamiliarize..
My fountains of red, thy hands sorted un press.

Upon spikes and spears,
Upon wicked failure
Have the crows ever sang songs of autumn lore?


memories beloved
be now past ...of spring before.
See not ye, off my cheeks tears so silently fall..

… AWAY !

A dance been taken …end of the world,
where love so once is light..

how art love abundance be not joy ?
but of fear invoked thy cursed toil?


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