Lost in some wild ruins,
speaking in tongues
with the Prince of Flowers
about the waning of the wax moon candle,
all existence a flickering shadow play
on the dark stone of the cave.
A broken mirror in the back of your mind.
Cold sweat kisses on the neck of time.
A statue with no eyes becomes you.
Deep as tombs in the blackest corner,
cower Saints with bleeding hearts.
A peacock screams in an empty amphitheatre at dusk.
You awaken in a tide pool.
Long sleeve tie dye t-shirt with front screen print.
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