joi, 17 august 2017

the man

the man of the time
the day will pass
like a flickered
of eyelids thorniest
and a man beyond time
casting out
a hand in the sky
by jagged curtains
will dizzy
the ghosts worlds
in his hands
My fountain of love
was and is
a purple flower
of rust
with sleep
in pigeonholes of gold

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