Midnight Caravan

Consciousness uncoiled,
like a some great gray leviathan
roused from its slumber,
pooling around the detritus
that some called a life
This is where
the medicine is made
that holds us in cold panic,
This is where love
slouches in dark streets,
(the beast beneath the sheets)
bearing its bloody burden

They glisten
like knives in your eyes,
the crimson of a midnight caravan
coming to carry
your foolish heart
to beautiful anguish

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