Poetry

The pain of the night,
flows in the blood.
I move in the sun, hot & bruised.
From palace to hut,
clock moves backward in time.
The children of love are
going nowhere.
 
Space in space,
flame in flame
void fills the entire darkness.
The mutation was incomplete.
Unpetaled, roses are scattered.
The fruits of
impeccable perception went awry.
Helix now uncoils giving pain.
 
Futile strength wavers and the apex burns.
A glint throws the outlines in tizzy.
Sharp stings spread the venom.
A breathless anguish,
conjectures a dream of death.