INCIPIT


INCIPIT

Once I fell in love with a poet
And he kept me safe within each page,
The delirium of the night was felt within the depth of feeling
With each word I could reach the stars on my black sealing,
Willing
To cross my debouchery
With his finesse sorcery
On the sky of GOD.

His language is Shakespearean
His utterance Cimmerian,
His love can inflame the blood.
Peculiar senses, conception of that flood,
The bloodshed that can trickle
Inward every lieu.

Once I fell in love with a musician,
His voice could bring the sunshine
Straight into my allness,
Discovering the relevance of the brightness,
The tallness of its all.

I could see the colors,
Whereon the notes were painting
On the panel of my life,
Encompassing my dancing movement.
That’s how my art began inducement
Of bait.

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