AS ONE.


TO LIFE BEG

Still in longing our embrace stayed, in dead words,
pressed against the field moisture to grow as refused

(Taking our love away from the labyrinthine answers
on a night blackened heath)


Our tender moments searched in vain after its hold
for hardened by remorse will hope us now own alone

(Soiled and completely slain
this heart in direness is forced to stay)


I have to reflect this with my least loved grin:
To Life beg

Meagerness has bared the weakness of words against our eye’s witness,
glittered in dust’s helplessness; all these unmoving mirrors: Memories.

I have waited too long, been stuck and emptied,
wherein immovable walls have built life’s game,
and ordered the nonyears unwise unlust ended:
To be broken and buried


Dwelling here.

Learned about Death:
Life infected by its own tearing


Have spoken sweetly and touched near the shimmer,
and; dignifiedly hated


Cold,

love our farewell


Warm up the ground.




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Written on 2023-10-10 at 13:59

Tags Life  Death  Cold 

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