freeing






there

repeating gleams

unravel only to

return to the wetness

of their sleeps




and the sky is

full of nowhere




far over from the

bludgeon of

religion where

toothed skyscrapers

rip at heaven




cities where no

angel would dwell in




and jackals prowl

uncertain morals




here is freeing of

so many imprisoned

atoms where thought

turns itself into a

wind’s worth of sighs




there’s a liquid song

being played under the

moon’s stage, immeasurable

shimmering, are the edges

on fire?




there’s an anchor of

compliance here upon

the shifting roam of

sand, an empire of

forgotten strides




let’s watch the softness

of dusk ease with dark,

come to covet, come

to cradle with invisible

hinges




wrapped in a cot of

blindfolds and charcoal

touches listening to

the lungs of the sea,

advance with whispers




all over me




i’m far from the steel

and the worry of stood

bones where towers

appall every kind of

dreaming


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