"cause only him drinking the souls of the dead turned to stars
could return them the shining and the truth"
(inscription found on a mad house wall)
...Light gather me
into my sleep
wide opened pointless eyes
reduced myself
into the clear ocean of my thoughts
but shadow crawls into my soul
sweet serpent inciting the riot
of hideous dreams
a shadow that doesn`t let herself dissolved
but concentrates
oozing to turn into a shell
undessing all my scales
folding me in bare arid skin
to hang like this under the thousand sparkling signs
nailed on the crossed boards
wide opened mouth
draining that huge opal night
who just begun to trickle
COMMENTS
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Vidiana
17:02 Mar 03 2008
Beautiful.