Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

VERBOTEN


~For JH~

The dream made you look within
though you were without …
‘Stay!’ it warned, ‘Take the chill
and stand your ground,
for soon he will appear’

Then lights dimmed
and darkness echoed,
the cold came like a slap
and you were chastened
by what appeared.

He went down stiff,
boots pounding slate,
and a face as dead
as a dead aura
that dissipates and chills –

a door swung shut,
and you could hear
what none but you could hear –
eyes looked past your eyes
but yours were still without.

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