In Mothers Eyes, My Sleeping Child.

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  L. B. Mek October 8th, 2021 04:15

  so majestic!
  words to dive-in and get lost within
  thanks for sharing, dear Poet
  'how many miles in veins,
  
  from knotted heart to the castout brambles unseen eye,
  can i, as blind as perfume, dumb as smoke,
  live hell astride these punch-drunk wings devided?
  
  in endings flight, with fractured hands
  on pavement trees, messiahs' glands,
  stand tall as wreath to the spinning grave
  of rainbow skull as dry as time dies endless;
  
  on feathers wind, to food of nerves
  still have banished meat to the gallery of thimbles,
  no less nimble than the bones that cross reflection.
  i have cornered stone each bad years crawl,
  in stomach's waxed, as hungry as an upright man,
  to gallows pole of iced winds in my arctic rooms;
  to the blue-eyed bronze, the statue in the park,
  
  in heavens womb as bright as i am dark,'

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    aDarkerMindOctober 8th, 2021 08:07

    thank you L B Mek;