15 october 2020
Weird Enigma
You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets
in shifting sands?
Picking up the heart rocks-
I was learning to
walk away from undying.
Who would confuse the
infinite falls. There was no conclusion.
Again you come howling,
waiting for the snowmelt from
the face.
The lips become the stones.
You will not count the peaks.
Overnight, it has
turned grey, my red moon.
I will take hold of the night.
There was no referral
of lying truth.
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