IT COMES
It
comes
Sowing
fevers in veins:
flooding each pore with raging
succulence–
light in the sun extinguished
dark………….taut………..siliconed.
The
silk in bud is torn
and petals crimson the labyrinths
and crushed havocs hurricanes unleash
fury flaming firmaments.
Lightnings lash and
floors crack
and bleed and down thy pour
dew of dawns
and heaven they hew
alone from lonely lone.
Since
midnight sewed
the stars to stones
dark dark
irretrievably dark
the bone in noon blazes moon
and Sun is sown.
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