Thursday, December 30, 2021

Soul’s Face

 

the house churns to its defenses, made immortal:

pure indecency,

rabid hearts,

a raving

soul—parted in twain, those made fire,

to have mercy,

so cagey, too alert, pain

becomes ashes …

flapping,

hypnotic, pulled into whirling, one

last crux, one last kiss, much

more into

passion.

 

the fury is in flames, an aglet on angst,

or so we believed.

 

falling out of skies, plummeting into earth,

it’s called love.

so analyzed, so accursed, such paradox— fervor, deaths,

raised in crops, palming corn,

it would be more love.

 

into an open face, the world watching,

soft flickers,

mystic whispers, formed in

nowhere—slithering to oceans, or

treading caimans,

wrestling with sloths;

  

the fever of existence, the actor’s gift, torn apart, laughing

ironically.

PS.

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