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if ever there were love that faced adversity
it would be drawn upon the cold breaths of darkness
believe my vision as i see them in their shift
brittle golden moon run across the sacred shadow skies
like a wounded lark propelled by the songs of introspection
in that vagrant waning heart its plangent arc
the talisman of the broken loves of night
whose bed sheets stained with the promises
and the pungent broth of pleasure
is cut deep
upon the dim lit trenches and echo through the empty dreaming gardens
where foxes dig for tiny worms and owls a brace
are scattered to the dimmer places by your still wan beauty
as it leaps
from out of clouds
as it scours he face of sleeping earth
among the grasslands, woodlands, quarries
mostly slinking searching here and there for signs and mystic symbols
patterns or patina who knows what without the cruel keys of knowledge
believe my vision as i see it takes a lifetime
sometimes longer to ride the skies in search of portents
when that very thing is here
i show it in my hand
it is a mirror