WINE AND GATES

neon bibles and black hearted reasons

bubble of phones
alluded to in the dictionary
we play in the fireplace, at home
we predict the rain in california

the hurt lent, the lurid hence
the work of since in our lives
making an opinion of sense
the light bulb gives

my name is only stardust
come from the strange let of an orthodox news
by the stand we took together, the cream of order must
be the strange truth of judes

the tooth of dread we know
is hospitable, if a sentry of common haste
is one to come forward and glow
the disfigurement of grace

so with a terror in the stride of an electric sigh
we salute the dear souls that have departed
the nuance of paces beyond the gain of another lie
the now of chance to dream a little more in the way of an energy startled


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