homeless and hiding, sleeping cold
each so alone
like two forbidden seeds in winter snows, chilled deep
deep to the sacred bone
running on black vapors sleeping behind one pivoting mind
haunting dark and dreamy shattered places
seeking refuge, a warm sheltering empty space
resting against the other side piled high
sharing a wheeled wall
accelerating over a terrible ice inhabiting cornered edges
in the heart melting, shadowy sounds with stealth perturbing
the night like sparks tickling the ear with secret signs
whispering of the approach stirring up the line
a craftwork of design, procedures of intention
by a clever devil driven
clearly crazy, out of our mind
and bewitching
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