Q u i d a m

Swan song

Sweet, sweet! O Sweet piercing heart!

Water to soothe, or dampen hard

Take a leap of pale ashes and burn,

Uttered with a breath of highs, "It must turn!"

The sky trampled upon with grey pallets,

Oh, how I wish! Golden flames twerk and twirl,

But the past is a shadow now,

Always lurking with seething eyes.

Then grey turned into blue jacket, giving

conformity with strained muscle,

"I wish it were true!" To laugh and make a hunch & punch

in the dragonfly!

"All things are true including me and you,"

Waves turbid curled toes, as the breathing

fire inhale in— but— living god isn't a lie,

Tomorrow will be shrill with conundrum.

Heaven isn't only about fly and swim,

breathing life is no less than lies,

To be a poet, costs greater sighs

And I drawn blood from cold, hard mouth—

dark, moving, utterly free

forever, flowing and flown!

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