my burning seed in a white night,
every moment feels like a paradise--
cheerful bond dances and burns bright—
oh, i am emptied on what i should write.
from the stagnating whole roots
and whole wombs
when you are born—
i love the dancing light
dissolving my horns.
cartridge in an open dawn
strangled after the day i respawn.
every now and then i care,
of this happiness i couldn't bear.
we fit together like puzzle pieces:
as for the combusting end, i shall be here
with every dance of threaded wishes
every second, i endear.
oh, have i not known you for so long
to carry such weight
lodging on your back all along?
the constant spinning in the life of your wheel—
blessings spill on my words, so unreal.
with every paddle in the floating boat,
a mad felicity shall slowly float.
engraved in the center of my wrist,
my love shall forever prosper—
never deceased.
and i have no word to say anymore,
such a platonic sea to explore.
infinite thirsts of our melodic chimes;
crumble on my limbs; so many times.
burning seed, von f.
January 19, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
