ON A ROAD






Obscenity of life and death
to be but without breath
the loneliness of a dog
while waiting in a throb.

The way to measure the pleasure
of knowing oneself at leisure
rhyming words like dead footseps
flexing one’s biceps.

The coming along the moors
winding slowly by the grooves
to stop at the end of a pier
dying of sole desire.

I’ve been in solitude many a time
giving away instants so fine
that to forgo such a moment
i should have remained silent,

but unable to live like so
i will in a instant go
seeking myself among the crowd
and slowly fading on this road.

























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                        SACRIFICE



Shroud of the self
the instant glares
inflection parting
it depairs.

Grace of forth
act of froth
signing still
willing to fill

up
this glass
a brim
of light

breaking through the vastness of the flight
draining it down to this plight.

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