Some days it is a beautiful day to die
But must say thee will not die today
But will flight for other days as this to come
And mending the abyss
What sheen doth cling to vaulted night
Veils shouldered as harpies’ screeches
Rhapsoding the fight
To memories so poignant
Doth escape the calculus
And saved
Rendezvous la verdad
Sometimes look in directions not understood
Snowdrift snakes in streets of brush’
Enamel repetitioned hollow lifeline
On times’ moment stretched infinite
Through economic heartbeat
Sweet freedom in demand of obscurity
Encased in distance
Just a breath away
(Absence/incessant departure in reservation)
Hath avoided of decay
In abstraction’ derivative experience
Crescent moon enclosing the flame
Burning the candles wickered both ends
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