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Black Infusion

Black clouds into black clouds
Celestial collision as structure of thought
Turning like the mind of a black hole
Reflected in the pineal orb � absorbed

Cancer cells invade in inescapable sounds
Evasive meaning in moments of philosophy
Darkness to darkness � Weakening limbs
Bone shrinkage in the center of the skin

Movement decelerates misplaced functions
The bed becomes the death ship of kings
The death ship becomes a space ship
In the center of a translucent orb

Death is a road to awe

The decision is made in the understanding
He closes his eyes for the last time
But that heart of gold keeps dreaming
Wrapping him in a cocoon like a death shroud

All of his ties he folded and tenderly placed in a box
He prepared himself to enter the ship
One final kiss as there would be no more kisses
A final glance of light as there would be no more light

One final look at his beaten up feet battered & bruised
Eyes filled with remnants of the mountain top
Wings stained with the air from way up there
Memories of crazy trains & votive prayers

There will be no light there

not

even

a

candle