Sunday, 27 January 2013


amidst this company of billowed ghosts
the echo bed of swollen heads belies
a gory hail of rain chined inspiration
for my chiselled host and
hides cathedral vaulted cuts
of the deepest time
where darkness speaks
in resonant rhyme
and breath affords a gaudy boast
yet dies upon the budding lime

belly crawled while underneath
the aven’s insolent draught
or razor sliced upon it’s cusp
of undesired attraction
no hiding place from sightless haste
or haven in forsaken sound
for once your light extinguishes
that fear which breeds in ageless seams
won't presume yourself invisible
while in the company of billowed ghosts

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