Hymn those verses
as eyes dive into this
seminal darkness.
the very ones I always hear
and forget
at the end of the dreams.
Build a crown of wood,
and lit it up for those
eager to taste it.
Split the fire
into two parallel mirrors:
power and desire.
let me see the anatomy
and the invisible bones.
They shall keep burning each other
till they forget their purpose,
as the mind and the soul forget
when awaken by the rain of blood.
Writings to Heaven 
Loved this….
“Split the fire
into two parallel mirrors:
power and desire.
let me see the anatomy
and the invisible bones”
The sentiment is appealing….
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Thanks Shefali 🙂 I am glad you liked it.
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My pleasure… 🙂
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Your poetry is timeless!❤
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