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the time before time 

subtle breaths hang 

the line before the last line 

the words of a song never sang

resembling an exchange 

between compassion and torment 

somehow it is all too strange
from this velvet temptation
shadows dance 

but there is not any clear translation
in the distance

like a faint echo
those soft in sultriness 

pain cutting deeper into the marrow 

leave me in a beautiful silence
no words from the silver-tongued moon 

the fragility of my essence
nothing reveals from this ache I am not immune

crushed by

Dysnomia
devoured by unspoken bonds
to kiss the wanton muse 

neither confession nor forgiveness in metaphor 

imagination fingers fantasies I die listening to the ruse 

sweet flowing words are not here no use of semaphore

no nothing that fate can seal 

left behind with the insincere 

what craving can reveal
a footnote to my private things
mourning in temporary cessation 

with my verse tied to whisperings 

moving to a new destination

I await reverence while love is leaving 

desperate for what is denied 

but still bound to believing all the words that lied
pleasing intimate did not call 

my desperate moonlight has no means to an end 

as my surreptitious eyes did recall 

nothing flowing into my heart and soul nothing to amend

 the moons fallen face out there in space 

I await an ethereal visitation
waning wisdom all lost out of place
await the completion of this harrowing process
charms I never again would feel they leave 

a cosmic vision gone from skillful to novice
as bewitching as any a witch could weave
as my appeals for sympathy land on deaf ears 

skies of  dark night moaned in monotone
swallowed by agony drowning totally in my tears
Stars belittle a wish for choices they do not condone
Mute caresses where lashes and eyes only weep
I beg to have one delectable kiss before I sleep