the walk
curled smoke
released
like a hallelujah
a modicum of light
on her eye
that stares infernally
at you
curled smoke
released
like a hallelujah
a modicum of light
on her eye
that stares infernally
at you
aging with the pulp
a journey whose
voice praying on ash
gains no wisdom
a journey whose
voice praying on ash
gains no wisdom
the want
disseminating doubts
that coil around the flesh
but no soul
disseminating doubts
that coil around the flesh
but no soul
the last moment of the day
a cello
in the air
charged
with collapse
a cello
in the air
charged
with collapse
ambulant timekeeping
wayfaring in delirium
still listening to
the living
clouds.
wayfaring in delirium
still listening to
the living
clouds.
Beyond Language 
another brilliant piece :) really good