The Knights of White Light
burn the gift into my eyes
together these gossamer leaves
are scattered across the pool
filled with the tears of true lovers
devils of nights and pure brothers
who burst bleeding
drumming from my head
who's holes are filled with itchy targets
lashes flicking eyes ticking
and you licking the sky
a beckoning soul
moving in the way you move
from the cage of my body
out through the eyes
moving through the evening
moving through time
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