Thursday, December 1, 2016

Poem #25 Infinite of the parallel liar

Forgetting today’s heavy distance
Open victory, fast old age
Cheeping above gains
Dark wind’s color crowded and crowned
Reach my happy heart picked voices
Gallery huge of rubbing hands red with
Unmoved beauty
Done discordant two red hats wrong
Poised against fixed posture
Colored time gave the repeating gesture
Infinite of the parallel liar
Short string that becomes shorter
Light that becomes in light more dim
God pointing to defiled body
Waving frozen like crosses on the roadside
Doors open: Enter cold woman.
Darkened eyes her misery compassion
Uttered beyond gray patches of wisdom
Reddish blood of lifeless sluggish innocents
Enter to new world-
outline of dignity of change
rooted confused darting back into
round pots and pans
The instant solution in modest green packages

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