VERSE

I bleed dark blue like yonder moon.

night birds glide through thickened dark skies

Chafing these journeyed eyes with words,
Sounds that comfort nor soothe not,
I clasp irate lids resolutely with rusty rings,
Just to sieve the light that youth brings.

No use, kindred. No use, I assure you.
These eyes still can see, if only hazily,
The shadows relating the sorry songs
Of the lives we left unlived in our lungs!...

I pour this heart out on pulp,

that senseless season to sell passes with design