one death
one death for another
where the demons do not wish for me
where one day follows on the other
and all my silence means nothing
one went speaking solvency
muttering lines on magazines
that whisper gently of the street
and pluck their eyebrows for the scythe
one for magic that you write
arcana for the coffeeshop
gods who search for better hurt
than countless leather synods
one in hateless argument
feeling out the winter sky
that you will turn to fingerings
to terrorize the noisy light
one for battles and the dead
watching eager in mute rows
waiting to retake the squares
and feel the hands of gods
two to see the one who sees
and smiles into the fading light
that recreates the world when she
makes it silver in red night
one for love in portuguese
perhaps the things i cannot speak
are better said with sounds that come
from roads beneath a warmer sun
one death for another
blow against the fading ink
reminder of the missing streets
one death for another glimpse
one death for words I need
-- xeniot
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