POETRY

 

The Eternal Dance

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To touch the smooth skin,
                  
The open lipped petal.
               
Is to kiss the tragedy of Dido’s passion,
    
Amongst the crimson flames of the seraphim’s.
 
                        
Fallen angels singing half notes for false kings
 
And queens - painted on decks of cards with two

Dimensional hearts. As we dance in circles,
    
Singing wordless words of our ancient ancestors
 
Language: we watch the daises drop to bring death
 
To creations innocence.
 
The eternal cries ring out in the rainstorm,

As eternity entered time to swing on a tree

for corpses dancing, spinning in rings.

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