underneath a painted spiraling clouded cast
a silence as heavy as death
horse and rider, we stopped for a thought
fatigued beyond my worst memory
but i have promises to keep and miles to
go before i sleep
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i hear the night as if it is a chorus of whispering
trees, eager to learn its language
i am down on the floor, one ear to the ground
and one eye to the moon
i discovered hollow grace buried underneath
a village of the earth as she watches her
woods fill up with blood
my senses quietly seperating the tune of
my blood from the tune of the leaves
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a faint scent engineered with the wind
it was the scent of you, at once arousing me,
against my will, the warm, sweet scent of
a chronic flame
i fell backwards, my head cracking against
the surface, eyes wide with fear and my
throat clamped shut, my hands clutching
a mass of air that wasn’t mine, my neck like
a fractured stem, my heavy head at an odd
angle, the angle of death, unforgiving
fighting back was pathetic, a small eternity
of resistance i could no longer commit to
yet death i could not think of giving you
i was collapsed near the roots of a cypress in
an episode of erotic asphyxia
one which my once spirited steed could not
stomach
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“MATTHIAS!”
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my voice was hoarse, barely audible
my hand fluttered, lifted, and fell back.
it wasn’t until i was lying on my back, peering
cylindrically that i could feel the sky’s immense
size, how i might pass from nirvana into a
twisted, likely eternal and empty world,
and never had i keenly felt its uselessness.
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you’ve left me to a fate worse than death,
worse than life, an apocalyptic development
that i’d like to sleep through
and despite the veil which has fallen over
my clear brown eyes, there is for you,
my continuing love
