Sunday, January 25, 2015

Deuteronomy 5: In Writing

Faced with your face
who retains a face?

What eyes are not
dissolved in your flame?

Immolated to
ash-laden air

burdening clouds,
clustered with flocks

livid flame,
blinding as black

Crushed by a weight
I can’t escape

Tremble in dark dense
fingering a way away

From the vocative

that compacts the flesh
wakes decayed corporality

in the still of my palms

sere as a smoking pyre
I feel the brand

Your face fills the hollows of my face

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