stripes of kohl

Blushed eyelids, stripes of kohl..
Colors of stigmata inside caved silences
violet stained red, horizons of absence, this
world is not mine

The trees of Eden do not grow in this Garden
and the soft breaths and the heaving bosoms of
flowers ignore my begging, claiming, but yes!,
you are the fruit of roots growing out of
deep nights descending the blind stars

Oh great Mother Night! daughter of Mercy, pity

our mechanical Egyptian arms, our drunken
glass eyes turned to the walls, reading
hieroglyphs between the drawings, laughter
reigns over this underground cavern of souls
our days of invention crashing soundlessly
our earthenware bearing resemblance
to the shamelessness of all shareable destructions

©Ionwhite

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