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nothing outloud

Posted to Action Poetry




who would know that i believe in this
some strange victory
the sound of injured time
like a dream
if this world would find its way
its way to my burning soul
what beauty i could lend it
what red-dripping bruised clouds
would pour out onto
the deliberate ignorance of this world
my fire would caress
my fever would bless
my love would heal
my sky would feel
this world into a new day
a new way
where everything is washed in gold
and filled in with violet summer