Or to the former stars, now letting bloods of eons?
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How large is emptiness? How dark is black? ………………………… Who will avenge the breath of truthful eyes? Who will eat up the thieves of love? Who will burn off the poison and leave the snowflakes free?…………………………..
Let the stingy djin come back (say dreams, say screams), come back with double-open hands this time, to stand a lightning tree with kindled justice in its hands (this time, this fiery dream), on a scorching and relentless plain of sand. …………………………. Christmas roses fall from a hand, land on the current, run far and further from hand, and eyes, and heart. The Christmas roses are for you. They are for us. (to follow, to follow) Silence rains on the heart’s picture-book, rains in the spaces where the music lived, on homely objects clutched out of debris. Silence reigns; queen of the landscape of the clasp torn apart. …………………………. Let the stingy djin come back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ website outline ~~~~~~ Share ~~~~~ ~~~~~~ shadowpoems ~~~~~~~ neverending solitaire ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a href=”http://twitter.com/share” data-count=”none” data-via=”annegrace2″ data-related=”ziidjian:outre tweeting”>Tweet</a><script type=”text/javascript” src=”http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js”></script ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ all photos, graphics, poems and text copyright 2011-2013 by anne nakis, unless otherwise stated. all rights reserved.
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