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 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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