Cut (7 February 2014)

Again, again . . .

 

We’ll put a bandage on it

Red colour, red emotion

Will that fix it?

 

I --

How long have I been here?  

How long -- Have I been

away from here,

or somewhere apart from there?

 

It -- eye, sea, blood -- flowed, water like water.

Oh mother, mother nature, must you be

the scarlet colour of discord and dissonance?.  

 

I speak to the sky,

no God (We’re closed for the night, honey.)

The soon-deposed king’s last law:

rain to fire,

(the wind sinned too,)

anxiety, admire.

(but I the judge

was judged, le début.)


"Again, again", they shout!

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