Sunday, 11 May 2008

My Truly Warmest

Not a hole in my heart exactly, no white noise,
I can bleed no more for no-one.

No bullet through my head, unbearable shame,
there is no no-name unspeakable.

No impossibility, no slashing of wrists in moonlight
and no no-one to blame.

My entrails are all inside, so how do I describe this
giddy fold of flesh, fresh shudder of happy

shrapnel, gentle Angst. Changing cells
from the inside, you are a beautiful mistake.

Fate gone awry, new rivers
carving out a dapple-drawn morning.

Falcon dawn, cracking open
the ancient geode, gold vermilion.

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