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After Night
Spit on grave foot truth.
Absolute as face, shining,
enlightening the page with slow
notes of green. And within the green, blue.
Sounds of humanity are broken,
distorted and caressed
for all.
With the heavenly darkness
of nothing and me I sit,
now alone
and wish weep would
come, from inside dog-mind.
Ephemeral dusk parts,
and faint clouds make clear,
the written vitality is nothing
more than a plea.
A plea within me.
What it does is not spoken.
Truthfully
Absolute as face, shining,
enlightening the page with slow
notes of green. And within the green, blue.
Sounds of humanity are broken,
distorted and caressed
for all.
With the heavenly darkness
of nothing and me I sit,
now alone
and wish weep would
come, from inside dog-mind.
Ephemeral dusk parts,
and faint clouds make clear,
the written vitality is nothing
more than a plea.
A plea within me.
What it does is not spoken.
Truthfully
Published 5th Aug 2015
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