Have I summoned this before?
Silhouetted and dissolved.. Am I?
Bloodpaints on my cross..
Mortal thou art in my eyes..
For whistles loudening in my ears..
Singing what’s left of my fears..
That they shalt come away..
Come away, my heart!
Again I would summon the blues..
The blues that bid no often clues..
A scarlet rose withering on its
own..
And yellow flares fading in blue
night skies..
Amongst MEs, dual nebulous sparks..
Art masses of my severed heart..
Heart half broken, heart half dead..
Not what for I ever had to pend..
Had to be so sole!
May, 28, 2012















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