love is dead
(the wind blows lonely)
but there is a return
to moonlight on the beach
where her laughter keeps thundering
across the fragile brain.
the world laughs
the sun is a fiery disc in the sky
but there is a cold cold corner
at dawn
morning is the beginning
of a thousand deaths.
2.
there is order in the world:
war, famine, thirst
death, immorality, crime against
property, all are parts
indivisible
even hallucinations.
and the poet asks:
will it end in fire or ice:
i say neither
the world will end
when i no longer see myself
in your eyes
when the chain
of love snaps in two
breaking like brittle twig.
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