Poem -

UNKNOWN SHADOWS IN THE TASTE

Hours grow as fields of corn
stranded sundrenched this
my only corpse
Talons forge their steel
gripping that mistaken sanity
Backs turned to the execution wall
learning metered shelter
glimpse burnsĀ  as the pages frown
static lands warp
changelings dance

Around my bare feet
rich soothing light brown earth
tiny sticky days
droop to stoop
then in motion slow
fall
Ants in fascination swarm
tasted by this force
my force
oh such a tired river

Breached this canvas painted
slumps across some narrow branch
breaking a small piece of monument moss
free from the position once graced

Tired
from a necklace persuade in ancient years
beads brilliant sewn together
with youths idle strolling day

patterns strewn across scaled skies
loop as silent oceans in mountainous sighs
graded urged attended by threats slice
Tired

Traded tormented tirade
positions on boards
become cemetery graves
Sweet this tested way

IF VERY VERY VERY SILENT
THEY WHISPER
BENEATH THAT DEPTH WHICH BLINDS
THEĀ  CROWN

listen
they whisper
NOW

Ā 

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Edward Williams

Oh wow this is a nice piece espessialy the ending such great powerfull and abstract wisdom.
really enjoyed
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