Tomb Stone As A lonely Charm Installment 4

Part Two

you had the deepest eyes 

as a child

when you curiously looked

up at the sun

and restlessly wrote

the world’s greatest [poem

within your head

and your brothers

drinking the clear water

of the universe

wrote their words with

gold on sacred blue

later they sat beck

in the soft  fat  of  their  

glutted egis

& talked into eternity’ about the mysteries.

after the poetic-orgasim

you were still haunted

by some young girl’s face

a skull   hovering   in   the   

untouchable  distance

you  sat  waiting

to  meet  those

hollow  eyes

you sat & watched

your  brothers  leap

into  imaginary  suns

trying  to  grasp THAT


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