22 november 2018
In Disguise
Raising the walls
around you, you started
a ritual of placing a single
rose on the tomb daily.
Trapped in the blues,
there was a killer instinct
to destroy the self.
I become a flame,
passing through the flesh
eroding the body's mystique.
The ravage words
now sleep. A dying
moon will set the
night free.
It was an invasion by
deathless roots at night.
A slow music starts by puppeteers
to undo the potter's field.
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