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for with love

while plucking at her petals

in the night

in a world that sleeps noisely

bourgeois echo out endlessly

As I pick up my pen with broken fingers

to write my calloused hand poetry

unpromulgated, unimpressive

these were preludes to the silver years

away within the Milky Way

with silver adornments

all stars happen to shine steadily

to feel their adoration for night skies

no wonder why, I’ve gone to wake

and I believe in silver constellations

She loves me



for with love

while ice cools her metals

nobody is above consideration

can I envision

as a mortal gradually

nor can I continue to believe in loves immortallity

when engaged in hazardous definition

of concepts

that never balance

only the flickering blurred blue amethyst

of unknown origin

stars happen to shine unsteadily

feel their disdain for night skies

no wonder why, I’ve gone to sleep

and I dismiss the silver constellations

She loves me not