11-05-2022, 01:55 AM
Sunrise waits for the nameless,
their fire subsides to trembling embers
adjectives are sometimes giving too much of themselves
breathing softly in a fatal breeze.
The nameless have everything to say
as though speech were salvation
and heaven, a fire of imprecations
against silence, twice told, implacable.
They Bark into the north wind,
Why I crossed out in instead of to is worth my while, maybe not you's
hewn voices, of alarms cut lengthwise
to build a wall against the unnameable.
Maledictions fill the void of their sainthood
with the carelessness of wanton touch.
I'll stop there, you get my drift
Inside their invisible identities
they swarm with meanings that scar
their faces to repel each definition
and lay down with the lion of morning.
their fire subsides to trembling embers
adjectives are sometimes giving too much of themselves
breathing softly in a fatal breeze.
The nameless have everything to say
as though speech were salvation
and heaven, a fire of imprecations
against silence, twice told, implacable.
They Bark into the north wind,
Why I crossed out in instead of to is worth my while, maybe not you's
hewn voices, of alarms cut lengthwise
to build a wall against the unnameable.
Maledictions fill the void of their sainthood
with the carelessness of wanton touch.
I'll stop there, you get my drift
Inside their invisible identities
they swarm with meanings that scar
their faces to repel each definition
and lay down with the lion of morning.