Hexagonal puzzles that I clutch to my ribs because the pieces do not fit into molds anymore;
I protect them within my hollow eyes;
My eyes that begin to overflow,
As honey bleeds from beneath my lids
And slowly,
Falls to lips athirst;
Like the timorous basal flame of a Wildfire,
Like the shore that erodes gradually away,
Submitting itself to the gentle waltzes of the Ocean
As it effortlessly shuffles its feet
With closed,
Calm eyes;
The almost bittersweet dew melts into my burning skin;
Its taste nearing that of the metallic strings
I see each morning when I uncover my hollow eyes;
And then,
Like the recalcitrant second flame,
It swallows me whole;
Ah it glows!
But if I smile will it die?
Like the wings of a humble butterfly
That stretch over my temple,
With a diaphanous fluttering
That sounds like rain,
Weeping on the windows
Of a running train;
Do I truly see this?
Through the veil that surrounds
My hollow eyes?
But rain,
It burns
Like the rays of the Sun
That the clouds
Seem to have won;
The honey is tied around my waist,
All I had wanted was but one taste;
I see only Yellow,
I hear only cries,
As I uncover my hollow eyes;
I place the rays within my pupils
And watch the lights flood out of me;
Like marbles they will fall to the floor,
For what is louder than evermore?
My knees throb,
Endless time now flies,
And I uncover my hollow eyes
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