twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing of heart!
what shame   to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses   are the graceful
art of the hand   of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall!
the grace of wind!

:: 03-05-2015

THE EMPTY life and
what long black land!
half of life and then
the endless walk;
a heart full o’sorrow
large and low!
And hopeful hearts
beating leaping
in the secret room
of all it’s sleeping
dreaming pushing
prowling to quench
the speed in
the waking pain
of life!

:: 03-05-2015 ::