isolate the modernities
carnations touch the wind, mocking them,
like a cigarette in the abandoned sunlight,
the entropy, monstering god-like shores
fragmenting ends of the mind,
traversing the watery rock for the sea,
the mouth left behind from the cave,
teeming with blood; the mountain defines
the reflection in your eyes, where have you been?
existence in the memory entreats a hollow entr’acte
of what is left in the struggle of silence like a dead animal, what is left?
cold habitation, all I saw, with the finality full of dead leaves and old loves,
meant for the flowers, but there’s none;
I see nothing but myself elided in words
I cannot speak, remained between the mind
into the ice-blue infinity
where I don’t recognize myself.
desire in the breeze,
in the permanence of frost,
either flowers or derangement,
over the frosted sea in 1300—
whispered, said to me,
this is the world,
and I will bring you only grief.
shrouded twilit lovers
beyond the broken glass;
where have you gone?
dreams and acedia,
the lonely summit,
where the dark planet floats—breath like a specter’s—
wants to forget; another fresh wound
into the tomb of the world.
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