Rest Spirit

I am desirous near the gods
Your divine glowing snares beneath the flowers wilting
We are vaporous in the flock
We extort blue thoughts within the clouds
Be watchful. The lust is coming
All brilliant near the air
You beat cold hearts above the earth
Awaken, awaken! The sin is vanishing
the Earth crumbles
shining restless
out of control
something missing
In whose eyes
the traveller
go without luggage
never knowing how
Wander the sickened streets and highways

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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