form is a danger
a danger even dogs of my reason are afraid of
pain flows time flows you flow
thru me
but not the form
it sits there
numb and vile
like the concrete electrical pole
doomed in the old orchard
of my grandma
death
is so yellow
and no black
hung to its tremor
only
gleam
epic solidified along the arm
deaf fingers of the
vowels
a sound falls
the gesture has the giddiness
the glance is crushed
has this precise angle
deaf freezing of the gesture
blows
glance
voice
even suspended transparency
of mirror out of mirror
I become opaque with the voice
black escape of the glance
the voice falls
the sound is crushed
O-n-e:
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.
T-h-i-e-f:
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I'm looking for a pair of socks,
you said, blushing.
I have to go to the prom,
and I need socks from your closet...
This is not a closet, you fool!
are you blind, or what? ...I said
... Regarde! Smell!
Don't you feel the oak's scent?
The look in your eyes
Colder than ice
Is keeping me trapped
Into a non-dimensional
Space
On my face
Mountains of green
Rivers within
Empty skies
My blind eyes
Hold the look in your eyes
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