Wednesday, November 25, 2015

The Most Sincere Part of Dreadful Agony

Why spring
Brought us home
To know and not-to-know
In such perplexing autonomy

I gave up on all puzzled intuitions
Bumped into breathless symphony

Have I ever seen you?
Perches in broken spaces,
Tasteless kisses,
Random night drives

Your misty shadows
Hanging and yelling
Vining over bedroom walls
Where the crumbs pour me all night long

Until then,
Who are you?

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