Poems from tokii

these abstractions that burst from the dark recesses which dance in streaming color, bending light from the mind's own diaphragm into...
the itch at my ear the soft thrum, the familiar tone it's the voice faded from memory the cooing lost from dreams when nights were still...
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone A ruddy smearing on the blade Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow...
It follows us, mockingly Ever remembering Persistent, a most ruinous companion It’s funny, isn’t it? Our past And this little game we play...
Splashing, flowing, leaking Over my fingertips, spilling at my feet Spirit bleeding Joy fleeting   fleeing   falling   into the impassive...

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