I resist in the shaking of a party day
by lightning
after the light
before dark
that's my lodging
my place
a residue of roughness flaming
in tempest
like a dark ballast the heart
dictates his will to die
the last prayers
orphan blood
So
between what has gone and will no longer come
I spend my hours my shadows
multiplied
and disintegrated
dead soot over infinity
wind tattoo
after the light
a whole world
before dark
the certainty of not encompassing.
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