Chromatic Pillars

[Guest guest]

Placards and advertising pillars,

standing on savaged alcoves,

golden turkeys singing ivy.

Unfamiliar voices trapped in a bottle,

discussing chromatic surrender.

How can be, I taste You now?

Seagulls over filthy silk,

driven by numbers.

Inside blue resistances, a journey,

of interlacing xylophones,

bursting flowers on a cross,

gathering clouds, somewhere else.

Carnival's forgiveness,

in a masquerade of drowning emptiness.

These savaged alcoves of time and dust;

silently,

I am not,

You are me, and me, are You.

 

 

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