Time Limps Behind
I try to read the words from their motionless lips.
In the past they would appear
from the foliage of the unknown.
Now they would come before
the first ring of bells,
across barren yards:
madmen, poets, alcoholic saints;
they would show up
in night’s trapeze reflections.
from the foliage of the unknown.
Now they would come before
the first ring of bells,
across barren yards:
madmen, poets, alcoholic saints;
they would show up
in night’s trapeze reflections.
As if, in their veins rivers thunder,
and they bleed through eyes where lakes flash!
and they bleed through eyes where lakes flash!
Time limps behind this graveyard
and remains transfixed
in the plow of nothingness,
yet covered by endless sky.
and remains transfixed
in the plow of nothingness,
yet covered by endless sky.
I stay as a massive, soundless scream
above the millions heaped and buried
reading words from their motionless eyes.
above the millions heaped and buried
reading words from their motionless eyes.
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