Honey Lamp

My Heart breaks the stairway of fire and mud
a decapitated museum of flesh and visual pain
transforms shattered life THERE WITHIN my
spirit crying of windows natural friendship
As ashlar of forest flees through low bridges
Eros much more flees from my loving heart
I hear upon a morning light a band of insects
that eat the kind Light of Love/ the head hears
aluminum letters of abc holding birds of insurance
\ emanation of carpets i hope beauty  are as burning
ashes from the gates of archipelago pursable fascinator
of enigmas.  Within the hands bleeding mirrors broken.

The course of this prose blinded but not for poets.
Whose arrows course blindly within a universal dream
connected to the honey lamp.

:: 07.02.2022 ::