Shadowy Wings


Unspoken softly, the smooth silent story 
spills the secrets. The glow of the moon 
reveals all, yet, starry skies tell lies
in response to my cries
The seconds slip by, drip-drop into the sea,
swishes fwish krrrrksh
crescendos to the break, crux
achieved through beads of raging glory 
O hearken, heed, my angelic one:
 a spoken story
of heaven and hell and of tolling bells;
the beggars music, 
they tell
Who’s story must be tell'd, i sit 
shivering
shaking
 sobbing in the cold,
sipping slipping stripping
goes tongue, mind  body, soul
flies away, splinters, cascading oh slamming,
into the shining sun, exploding her rays
 staying until the day fades,
But the night will not come
Share with me your heel of bread,

a side of your bed, second skin you shed.

I used to be one of you,

 before i was dead.








 


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