beauty resolved, voice strengthened. initiators among the people threatened.
time shone physically without distraction.
damaged are the atoms belonging to this impossible melody.
Now DANCE! I say DANCE!
fall to the floor judged and damned, you gifted heart, born of laughter.
the thought quits, overshadowed.
to the world, POINT lost in unconscious beauty.
the traveler was death, illuminated and invisible, he recognizes his redeemer.
broken, you forgot whose youth you have won, seizing the title of poet from the shoulder of illusion. free to be painted master of every ghost.
quietly obscene, I heard your drunken voice sing out a small cloud of futile words. you sang verse of pitiful mediocrity.
give up the other hand, gloved and slippery with thin fabric.
shadows appear; or shapes like illusions. instinct vanish!
curiosity approach from my right, inquire about those footsteps and their common design.
these gentlemen return whole, relaxed.
do you not exist internal? recognize me!
it seemed you would die floating on these shadows.
it seemed you would die whispering inconceivable, disturbing things.
your eyes shining with images of death and mourning.
even monsters attempt to shadow their own redemptive visions of the dead.