Falling away from You
Your fiery hands shake at me with a thousand palms
The glimmering yellows dust off their red masks
I am falling away from you in a broad refusal
of everything you glow as a heart
We denied this light
With every deeper and darker turning, twisting.
Now shelves of books are the bricks of our religion
Horizontal stack of smack and tumbling sedatives
The scribblings of memory and dreams
from a world filled with your light
we peered into the concentrations
of your ever-present laughters
The buffalo's form an echo of Word
Autumn cries at the gate of Beulah
and this darkness is a bitter sleep
O Moon, be conception's movement of
the soft music in my hollow mind
For on that day of sun, we are born rising
- G. D. Burns
Your fiery hands shake at me with a thousand palms
The glimmering yellows dust off their red masks
I am falling away from you in a broad refusal
of everything you glow as a heart
We denied this light
With every deeper and darker turning, twisting.
Now shelves of books are the bricks of our religion
Horizontal stack of smack and tumbling sedatives
The scribblings of memory and dreams
from a world filled with your light
we peered into the concentrations
of your ever-present laughters
The buffalo's form an echo of Word
Autumn cries at the gate of Beulah
and this darkness is a bitter sleep
O Moon, be conception's movement of
the soft music in my hollow mind
For on that day of sun, we are born rising
- G. D. Burns
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