Poetic Slavery of Language

poetic slavery of language

in a marble tide dreamlike

stones for rubies fossils for blood

the eye’s kiss is a sky

the innermost cypress bends

out of winds and rain is

a vanished monument

veined and hollow

that is turned into poetic words

under the sails into the depths of

the wind that blows the clouds

waving the young morning light

into submission

i play with language without accepting her own slavery

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