BARBED PAVEMENT

Running naked through your captive streets
laying on frozen forgotten museum sheets
tomorrow I saw in the echos you store
Silence slips into the buzzing fear 
on this painted sphere where lords take bloody baths 
and ladies sharpen spears
beyond that failing touch
where fever plants the seed
and on wooded angel gasps
your kisses appear

I rise from each sodden grave I’ve dug
leaning on ancient shoulder shrugs 
love making with the witches deep in the abbey of this framed mind
Now to lie upon the snow and found ground
released into entity
released into cosmic profound imitated sound
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