Sturm und Drang

Dumb and mute now
   Your once riot-soul,

A whisper of an echo,
Humble as my simple grief.

Fell soft as a leaf falls
Upon a single beam of light.

              A photon felt  
Down falls   us like a leaf  

Or bird on a lip or a thigh               
A dark sound      brief      
         
Alighting              upon                                  
The cage of a heart      contained    
      
Like a thief    |    like a noun                                    
    Seized      
          
A single leaf                  
Let a grief      grow    dim        
And   a grief

Forgive                           
Passing lightly                         
A lip         like a noun   
Is a heart                                  
To the brim      |      full                       
Of grief light
As a leaf’s brief abiding    

Sprout the tulip
Of my simple grief!

Like a kiss  !

Laid gently now   
My words brief,

Simple as a noun, soft
                          Seized
Like a kiss on the lips
Of a brimful to the nines
Thief contained like a caged bird
Dark , mere sprout of my
Making.  Deaf and sullen you lay
In a moss covered bed made of
Roses shattered by cannons
Under a sad cloud of grey
Like a grave a boy digs, a boy
Just about half a spade
Above bone, three days,
As a crow flies, after the day
Of your dying.

     

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