Insulation – 1 #poem

Brayed rails your mirrors glide in vain (a synchronicity of pains) eluding wheels of stories about love (your mirrors blindly walk on rusty trails) an always picture of your life (your mirrors decompose)  innumerable paints exposed (on every silently-walked step) on cobblestones (the ancient rocks beneath your soles), the pavement ‘s insulated clock (the clock […]

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Of #poem

The black dot trembled. The dot of life. History I could see in your eyes, dust raining on my arms, those arms of fire now lost in time rusty wings are to become. The black dot quivered. The dot of death. The same old wind carrying us both into the whirl of seeking, spiraling cries […]

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