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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