THE SHADOW’S TATTOO
The wind coils a succulent rind
out of nothing. It briefly lifts
the raspy skin of my T-shirt.
I stare into it, and I see nothing.
Invisible currents, coding the light
with their touch, relays within relays,
the way a tree sways in the dark
leaves no mark on me.
The shadow’s tattoo could be chain-link,
could be the last inscriptions
of a pure-born medicine,
could be…But why would you want
to finish the wind?
2 comments:
Nice lyrics...sound dark to me...the inner conscious speaking I wish I knew how to express shit in words
words are basically just shit that comes out of our mouths--just say them, & viola! you've expressed, & form is what you make of it!
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