No need to drown into the well of fire
to know the vastness of the ash
words create worlds
No need to drown into the well of fire
to know the vastness of the ash
We close ourselves inside between our selves we’re locking up behind the mirrors the most beautiful flowers in the world we lock lest anyone should see our sensuous frailty, the red of our velvet deep inside, the fascinating sparkle of the black into the core cut through by one thought only so jealous, oh, from
lines (aligned) in layered lives along the lights (inside) the shadows prints (of dust) into the concrete path revolving dance around the unknown core a hole through death a hole through life (a single hole spreads) in lines aligned in layered lives- a choir of dust