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My muse is heartache—

Osanana.

Gone to the penumbra

Your whiskers, shadows

of tomorrow—

Pale lilacs on the

ridge—

Nest of crows—

Their hard oof! cries

Close on the adze of

silence—

Pale rendition of

aria—

Pale rendition of

aria—

Osanana

You’ve gone ahead

of the day—

On the path that parts

ways—

Piercing the shrouds

of night—

Flitting across branches

of time—

Where the rifle eye of

the sun is blind—

Cactus on the wasteland

Spine of

afterlife—

Deserts separate from

the seas—

Valleys swallow verses

unsung—

Darkness shrouds the

glebe

Sheathes fate—

Tides argue with

the winds—

Rivulets trickle down

the side of a cliff—

Friends and fiends—

Life and death—

Love and lust—

Osanana.

The bull calf is

castrated—

Giant hills without

testis—

Poetry without verse—

A pile of offal on

burial ground—

Staring at this embers

You I remember—

The flames of yesterday

are the ashes of today—

Pinkish sand of

memory—

On the whetstone of

my head—

Rummaging the arctic

forest in my mind—

Winds howl your

name—

Echoes in the canyon—

Blackwood in the

grave—

Your brittle bones

in stretch of silence—

Echem John 

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