Madness and Beauty
Sand lands
and rooftops,
fields
and rivers,
butterflies
and flowers,
bridges
and waters.
Lovely
if they meet.
A
murder if they fall.
Your
grace unknown,
a
tragic beauty,
a
beautiful tragedy.
In
love, knife, murk,
and
candle,
a
lovely murder.
Let my
senses fathom.
Let
your gravity sink
my
earth.
Let
your season’s treason.
Let me
commit a murder or
murder
my murder.
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