Rosary --- Crazy for living----me the blind
Collected so many crossroads
which one is the moment's turn,
birds walking into flight guides of trained night
Rosary is chanced
hair was the warning warming blaming flame
her games always smiled
in the juggler's guile
above the cracked bottles and sea green glass
below crimson red and sticky flows
iron bars serving small pieces in solitudes false reminders
she escapes on the mornings that hide
lost her my Rosary
without even holding her hand
fleeing into Amsterdam
crawling into swimming watery dykes
eating the toasted afternoon
she smiles asleep on the Glastonbury Tor
tiny forests of hair adore her vacated skin
my Rosary I sent the storm
across the hills of the plight
now she lays
 arms unfound
 unwanted strange ground red burnt ridden to be sold
dressed without her misty sight
Rosary
my cloudless dreaming falling
height
always to be ridden
always to be sold
Rosary
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