Castelli Di Cielo - Human Vices Create Sky Castles
From the Heavens, our vices seen,
stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy
cadavers...
Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging;
diffident osseous perfection,
lest seeking lives,
each draping marble clothing,
don't mistake your depravity,
for a book or poem of your whole life,
-you scrawl yourself...
Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies;
to the grave, as mankind can only gaze,
at childish games...
Some gods,
cast in Melodrama's, on high sky castles,
not many know, a human will,-the architect:
can direct and compose, its Purpose...
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