A Hole

A hole,

Where your world lies,

A frog in the fissure,

Afraid

From the slant of light,

Pierce the heart,


One slant,

Countless laceration

Why care the wounded flesh,

Let’s talks about the eternal soul;


Disappointed, oh the sun,

Wrecked, oh the moon,

Despair, oh the star,

I’m a blind

In the chasm.


Bless me the feelings,

I’m oh insane,

Bestow me the compassion,

I’m oh the resplendent,

Pour me the dew,

For I’m in your

Curtilage,

Where you die,

As a crimson stone.


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