THE NEAR-END OF NOW

timeless near-dark
unseen borders,
like forgotten tears
the closer edge
my forgotten dreams
and cutting wings
— crying butterflies,
upon the sinking hills
of golden bliss — away!

i grow richer by a day
full of sweet death’s way
and your lips tell me,
(formless words of my soul)
‘arise my soul, arise
and sing and tell me
the final tears that
fall upon crystal bells’

still, my storm, verse
sings to my soul,
‘it’s taking over,
it’s taking over me’

:: 10-13-2014 ::