Yes
L
u
n
a
Tic
Dimensions bounce off mirrors
fingers grab at the air
eye lids
close,
eye lids open
Lunatic
oh
lunatic
lunatic roam
thrust and moan
head will not
fit throne
eye lids
open
color stone
spread
and shut
palms
what do you have ?
swallow the tomb
return where you come
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2014
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