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like a conquest
a vindictive incapacity for mercy
we grow older turning gray
the ceilings of paradise
in a paradox of twilight
a path to the Milky Way
dreams of passing time
the angels weave on a loom
threads of love in peaceful costume
and night air sinks across terrains
where rhythm wears a rhyme
no quotations from desperate domains
almost heard the proof of image
some evidence of lies untold
and sapping sequins from this visage
tongues extracting silver and gold
like so many moments we postpone
illuminations that queue the summer air
one season of existence to live alone
and fragile prayers of the bird that cries at night
reaching for an ever lower height
not clear but absurd a phonetic extract
of the half-moon in a frenetic dance
one which extinguished words as abstract
and bestowed upon their eyes as if a trance
into the vulnerable light of secret trips
with a wry smile across their lips
so they left again with open eyes
the mutual madness that stifled cries
at the speed of love without a trace
with spirits of this deserted space
stretching perspective across all that is indivisible
now that new horizons seem impermissible
and old songs no longer sung and they cannot rehearse
sequences of humanity with paired wings in the sky
a misnomer as they flew across the universe
in silence which implies an unwilling goodbye