Sunday, August 15, 2010

Bound in dusk
This fence made of eyes
Embraces the breath
Exhaled from above

I am compelled to dissolve
Into the ghoulish grins
That are woven like lace
From a blackening sky and
Silhouettes of leaves
Their souls move in shadows
Through stained glass windows
Suspended invisible among
Lofty branches

I feel without understanding
My inner vision is not inner
Rather, whispered prose
Recited subversively
Through the silent orchestra
Of night

The words slither
Into the senses
Poisoning me with
The ideas of God

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