Then turn
for under stars this salt would heave
Scarlet scars
… & all eyes star,
rhymes glazed
Wheeling for days
over the raptures of May.
Of shadows & spies;
never once sore
The light of days.
& Hells wells would rage
For 40 nights in endless stage
As Burned pages,
Of books that never made it;
Turned in smoulder & stoke
& skin boiled
& souls mourned
The sky was black
& the rivers were raw
& A hole would pour
Asking for more
So I ran
into the forests of time
screaming
Praying to find;
Across the Earth
sage & twine
—Nightmares of thē Sadhu IV
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