

death by conversationThe symmetry that used to kill,death by conversation
that used to haunt the rooms until
the rooms were given to "the air",
the air soon silenced, boorish whore.
Deliver me: my debt, my eyes,
and I can sing again in time
for legions to replace their faith
within my quickly fading sigh.
The battlegrounds can then default--
the little prayers of schoolgirls make
a row of houses full of pink--
to fetuses sin once conceived.
I'm crying in a loving way
about the fancy things we've burnt
and high-up towers we'll live without
when we redoubt in st


VespersAlone, the floor, myself, my candles lit, I listen to the softly waxing trill Of grasshoppers as quietly I sit Within the deep blue night atop our hill. I've made myself a moment, thinking of The prayers that might thusly be induced, And how, my soul revealed in troubled love To fine simplicity might be reduced. Only now that I am quite alone, That fine, crisp air, the quiet I adore, The lovely things that autumn's always shown, I find the need to cry and cringe no more. And so the things in prayer I had sought Prayer to me, its own sweet self, has brought.Vespers
shining
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Nine silent horsemen
Riding forever for their lord
In the night which shall never end
No daylight for their eyes
the sacred one ~dejazep
my youngling ~zeplyn
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