Dismembering Voided Me…
There was a brave
dialect in the winds,
whispering to my bones.
A chill of love, loss and spite,
concocting a coward’s
heart beat in my soul...
I’ve been mixing storms,
of mind and time.
Separated by such swirls,
of a brilliance un-divine...
And of those dreams
upon dirty stars;
a spiteful disgrace
is mounting emotions
gone too far…
Connect the dots,
the lines make it clear.
Upon that air my
thoughts escape,
and begin to reshape
old stagnant fears...
Unkempt, uneven me.
Even in the odds of
unreasoning...
-HMG
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