Last Breath of Night
Morning let me die with you
for your breath is more promising
than death…
Morning let me die with you
for your breath is more promising
than death…
Spinning
Eight legs
Smiling she waits
Silently
As I dance
I tremble with love
And twist about…
Up lifting down…
air currents race
as they chase each other
in the dusk chill…
I daydream oft of redemptive blood
splayed about
the room
about me…
When my demons come for me
I won’t go with them willfully.
When my demons come for me
They chase my shade eternally
to holler and bellow
“Submit and follow.”
When my demons find my shadow
all weak, my gut hollow…
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night
Do-what the music dictates
Do-what… Do-what
Don’t know! Don’t think! Don’t wrong! Don’t drink!
Don’t fear! Don’t quake! Don’t doubt! Don’t ache!
Don’t break! Don’t forsake! Don’t! Won’t!
Don’t green! Don’t blue! Don’t mean! Don’t sue!
Don’t you!…
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