wither along their length
night falls out of the violets
and the ground rises up, lamenting,
"tender flesh, deep blush
of shadow, secreted in the rose,
rolling in the violet,
you have drawn my heart away!
you have led my heart away!"
breathing the rich
breath of the mist
the whisper of wind
wandering lost in the gloom
the earth exhales
and sings with its voice
of silt and stone
the hollow pulse
of an infinite drum
the hollow bone
of men
dragged away
muffled and still
by the night, her scents and her devils,
the song of breath
given living to clay
is cut loose from her weeping
lost in the melodies of violets
lost in the mouth of the rose
in the mottled eyes of shadows
she sings herself to silence
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