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Danse Macabre
“rarely said aloud and not bound to any objective accuracy” *
Down and outward my gray heart
Gargoyle limbs and swayback plies
Wistful discords of the body in flight
Silhouettes enter like fragments of night.
Venal lunges and lived eyes
Slips of the body
Tongues rush by
Vestiges of emotions
Or infinite redoubt
An Inner sculpture
flung out.
A feral image beheld
Of rebirth on
Amniotic streams of the gods
Livid with consciousness
then
Only a trace of tethered skin
On the other figure
Walking off
Cut from the sandtides
The buried beauty of
The untamed heart
As it searches everywhere~
As silence drowns out the lyre
*from John Loughery’s ‘The Other Side of Silence”
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