A life interpretation — poetry
At its worst like a dawn
Without a Dawn, like a fauna
Sans the sauna; we worship words
Of others
Knowing not their belonging —
Black Suns and Creed, There!
There!
Their! … words turn into troughs
Laced with lucidity yet
Poison to the touch.
Poetry — life interpretation
Like words on a rampage
Freed when chains
Binding the soul to the cauldron
Break
— leaving the soul smiling
At the golden sun rising
And the fledgelings
That escaped.