acrid dust room dank and stale
exposing the patterns
mind kept in tact veil
entombed in cubes
but scattered about
await thy fate
digging
one by one exhumed
in silence a trigger
a cause for alarm
the images so sharp
cut down to my rest!
three eyes behind hands
a distant sight
can I no longer bare
to lay blame unto one
when three point to I
thrown
burned
released to higher source
to live in light
the weight now shed
to lay blame onto I
quickly now forgiven.
Antony Salvi Scandale 2009
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