Love Poem Your being stone-blind is all I need to banish in the black season what will shine; I mean day,the always invading sun- glittering again rainbow and manifold unbattening the hatch of dark above the nude cave of night,hungrily flooding in with heave of colour,myriad waves of pain, confounding darkness with prismatic misdeed.
All I need is your being stone-blind, your power to shudder daylight back and back, encased in globe of dark to face first dark, and then dead colour,and knowing him dead,bind his body and wipe his wound clean, your hand dipped in light from some maintained daybreak of heart from where no black season of self may take stored sun,nor may even being dead or stone-blind.
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