In the nightmare theater

Sleepless in
the ash of your yearning

The light flesh of your heart trembling like birch leaves

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at the edge of winter

 

In the cold wind that rises the swirling dust of
snow

The night
charade this garish pretence the hot sweat slick

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smile

 

Where Isis beckons her dark familiar

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fragments of sky

This chaos of longing this brutal force this clutch and
cling

 

The high windows shattering in a silence so
intense

It
streams on the desert a corrosion the sweet acid

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stairs crumble

 

And yesterday speaks its sibilant tongue the
anguish

Of simply
drifting, the purity and bane of it, this mirror

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blue and violet

 

The hunger that crashes in the alleyways

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like sea-wrack on the grates

Steam rising like a sweet fog of forgetting

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In a place that is no place, a time that has already
ended

Though I
touch my fingers to your lips still

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