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in motion
something
throbbing

over us
wrapped in the sleepy blankets
of a distant past

because we pass so quickly
with every breath
mysterious

and we keep spinning
never losing
never winning

in the middle of the thigh of Perseus

a brighter twilight glaze might slip away
at midnight the Devil will talk to you
hear white noise

and see the blackness of his soul
SOME STRANGE SHAPES
sleep in death

spirit pedestrians wearing questions patiently
with nothing but deep wounds
like a heart bleeding
like a heart needing

it’s soul…

searching for a rumored outline
to settle and then to swallow cold steal
passing a fixed spot

dropped behind the same ole blues
a shadow
falls from the sky

to name an empty space

in the darkness of the unknown

how will they find this place

some pyramids from visiting gods

such piercing eyes

enduring or endearing

from skies

they flew open all winks and nods

she has Cassandra’s curse

eyes that see DARK FIGURES LURKING

and ears licked clean by snakes

tongue’s and lips all smirking

darkness of the unknown
is Cassandra's curse