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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Kuw-Hate









Kuw-Hate

For the hearts that cannot wait
I wish you all the goodness of sleep
So that every waking day
There’ll be no unhappiness,
No third world memories lingering in your constricted mind

To the Snaking dunes of desert land
You lay your back to melting sand
You breathe the grains
And cannot lift your gilded hand

Lucid dreams in the city of hate
Countless bitter people you create
As the desert storms recede
So are the feelings of love
                                                Forced out, vomited
                                                Through the nose it went writhing
                                                Forming mud

That love, that mud.
Formed into an Asp
                                                Poisoned, swallowed
                                                Her mild, gentle heart
                                                                So precious, fragile

Death creeps in the heart.

                                To the hearts that cannot wait.