The Splintering Sky #2

 So everything lingers but a moment, and hastens on to death. — Arthur Schopenhauer




clouded silent

crossing the frontierbreathless nameless on the edge of the worldlost in broad moonlight& a backward glance a backward glancedown what streets the Mad Poet came singing& talking to himself:




“In Thy most shallow eyes are things which soothe me –as when the grip of change reveal Thy body holy& ever compromising! –    I hit green keys across the sky!”




looking for lovein a different light such a manseek shelter backlit shifting & bright beside the grave #########






Peter Bies © 2010



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