Three angles on the dance
Are
the circumstances
as ghastly as
you
think? Or
is it sun
melting
all to
flesh? Or somehow
I’ve
become cadaverous
on a table.
//
Death
has no
emotion. This is
what
we twigged.
It’s the music
of
the rays
past a state
of
the heart
into the dance.
//
Love
we shared
accordion, strings. Darkness
dangles
its allure.
Supreme court of
magic
its propulsion
where, ever thankful
lights
out territory
of the further.
the circumstances
as ghastly as
you
think? Or
is it sun
melting
all to
flesh? Or somehow
I’ve
become cadaverous
on a table.
//
Death
has no
emotion. This is
what
we twigged.
It’s the music
of
the rays
past a state
of
the heart
into the dance.
//
Love
we shared
accordion, strings. Darkness
dangles
its allure.
Supreme court of
magic
its propulsion
where, ever thankful
lights
out territory
of the further.
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