Night’s so lifeless, with too much road-kill
Hidden my head in a pillow to figure its side
Under Orion a green candle
Wobbling into his sea of exploding butterflies
Broken limbs of mine
Pressure of tears
Married us in sleep
Taking us out of our coffin
Eyes that gravely stare
Care to reverse this curse
A pheasant’s eyes stained by misery
Rays that fall on concrete
Like dying dragon flies
For a measure I am selling my soul
Poison the forests in hindsight
An old tattered brain beneath their wings
Ahead a pack of secrets
Ragged and frail
Dark sins against love pull ashen swords
Against Eve without a navel
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