Saturday, August 10, 2019

Smoke clouds 20.07.2016


Revolving my arms around your body,
floating in the night air...
it's mercy upon our empty life.

Loveland - a ship on the sea.
A skyscraper  having a dream ...
Pilots of hopes, illusions, nightmares that rot.
You've become a statue of bronze
Upon which time froze
Carrying your cross, stabbed by my rose
Emanating a sense of loss.

Humans - green beats, beams of light
Shadows apart, slender figurines dancing by night
in the node of our DNA mixture.

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