This Empty Cup Fills With Swords
this empty cup
fills with swords
and words de
-light the candle
(the mind sees eyes)
darkness cools the tongue
a forest of moon
a sprig of air
sings like purple
on the soul
two Angels measure and color the light…
bishops curve on a chess
-board yawns of long dawns
crystal blank dream
tasteless blessed cream
a womb and a tomb between
the seen and unseen
a quiet phone is the voice of God
crying a silence mean
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2013
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