clasped around a swollen mountain
rocks bright with agitated heat
the paint of molten voices.
To share this legendary smoke
at the edge of a sheer ledge
cost lenses of ten thousand days,
the blood-shaken stories of stairs
extending beyond the one body,
the one wet talking tongue,
a white hot light
once more removed from grey
a heaving heap of gold scarred letters
a looming leap in shade
the street's a sheet
flapping.
No comments:
Post a Comment