thieved by dust of years,
still living dead between those tacit
yellow words
engraved in marble–
yet, yen for you tastes opiate
honeyed in flowery strings of elegy myrrh scent
hanging from the lifeless tree.

Evade black n’ white night,
await for a colored streaming dream
so I can suit lyrics
that keep closing your absent eyes
for love is a time constant,
the slither of a passing moment
caught in lianas of wild ivy gloom,
a gazing thought
stumbled over my tombstone
that stings vapor green agony
and bleeds aria touch of Euridice


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