Poetry

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

ECLIPSE





The cessation of breathing space stalled
The figure began to finger-penetrating months
The owner of the throne widened
Lord of the heavens smiled proudly

Jet, march-greet wine
Destroying the court evening
Pale stars
When the blast of a giant shout eminent
Master port

And then go
Painted by the artist highway
His light has been re-
See ... ....

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