wandering

into the buildings
into the alleys
into the souls

it is winter
in summer

yet
the pain

lies
unrealized


the encumbered
the restless

attitudes

wrapped around
stone ghosts

and i

the vagrant
of morals


there are forests
in the cities

where the dwarf
and the giants

both drink

wisdom
blood
and death


i cannot love beauty
anymore than
the ugliness
of pain

my pity
not shame

an
understanding

but not
knowing

please wash your feet
in my tomb

and splatter my soul
into the waterfall

into the ocean

very nice!

"it is winter
in summer "

That is one of the MOST rich images I have ever read, taking a bare breath before an even deeper dive into the reservoir of sensation.

Lush.

Madame

very deep and such wonderful lines-