like the light in the dust
unknown like all the sparks that
never descended to become
unknown like the pearl of hell
that none dare touch
tagged with scars by crooked arrows
turned into a twisted map
by the barbed wire of senseless minds
still licking the skies like a flying carpet
that nobody wants to ride
bleeding arabesques in eyeless space
writing like the spit of God
only on decaying tablets
unknown like the fire that resides
in the organs of all men
the fire that resides like second sight
and resisted to the last
breath of the angel of death
dripping uncaptured music
unknown like the mouth
that has the last word
dust dancing with the fury of the end.
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