Monday, September 28, 2015

Inanis (Empty)

Remove the mask, my love. Years have morphed into daylight.
I need more a soul, and sheer amore, to stir a sleeping village.
It’s so precious this sore; and ever epic this daymare. Every
twinge a heartbeat, even a vessel, a tender gripe. I give for
oath, a vacant vow, to love forevermore. It’s vacant a vow, for
love is wounded, an idol at the barricades; but love us more,
through numen nights, a totem of dreams; for love is rich, and
ever vacant, as timeless as harps; so love me less, for love to
blossom, where a soul vows for endless. We drift so gently, as
rabid as music, to flourish with fever. I love for love a dying
love; and more to love a waking love. It’s ever nautic, and
ever noetic, an otic vision. I pain for love, a thetic love, to
gamble love. Nights are iron, and more abyss,—to panic come
daylight. Ghosts are swarming, to beckon souls, the girth of gongs.
So love a waking vow, where love shatters vacant, a torching love;
and what of love, to freely fly, as vacant as full, as rich as icing.
I’m grounded, Love; a love of courage; to fall through love. Its
rites a subtle form, a warm embrace, to love forevermore. 

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