ETERNITY

A COMPROMISE.
THEN? Eternity.
It is numbers
beneath thoughts.

A tower of Souls,
a weak cry.
Evening dying
A day that’s on fire.

Souls with mouths eat
their throat —
in their common way.
Defile the trickster
you stole away.

The body’s skin carries
the satin embers of
this brilliant glow.

To apprehend the thorn
that twists within your
side — what? Eternity.

It’s fled with the sun
and gone to the sea.

:: 09.03.2020 ::

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