Submarine
Under the windowsill
Ages dripped across the frosting wood
Now snow, the warm touch of a finger
Aggravates the soul of a tiger
As the pyramids stand absolute amidst a sand storm
The Nile runs red with the tears of angels
A jolt in the heart’s pulse and the spirits all collapse
'Until the sky falls down,' she says
Yet the blue roses I left at her door
Speak only of Lila
And her song of glorious affliction
Though my enlivened crucifixion
Speaks softly in thine ears
Tethered I remain to this house
Mere
Reflected
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