First Query
Why scars be concealed, by what
lucid reason the killing of the past is justified
i will not know, i am not an unfinished poet; why
marry not among the forest trees in the forestry
of absent light, why must not beginnings start
in endings, a kiss in a slap, the footfall in some leap, sun-
sets in stone-touched storms leaning to be raped tonight, why
must scars be anything but reminders of past stops and holy
innings of smoke, why trap an ending to this prose? Spit
this dawn and lick no more the yesterday's anchored burn.
lucid reason the killing of the past is justified
i will not know, i am not an unfinished poet; why
marry not among the forest trees in the forestry
of absent light, why must not beginnings start
in endings, a kiss in a slap, the footfall in some leap, sun-
sets in stone-touched storms leaning to be raped tonight, why
must scars be anything but reminders of past stops and holy
innings of smoke, why trap an ending to this prose? Spit
this dawn and lick no more the yesterday's anchored burn.
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