Poetry is the language of imagination. Poetry is a form of positive creation. - KRS One

haunt of prophecy

by rico devante

dress the boys in newspapers
so the clouds can suckle
their mirthful minds
and pacify their dreaming feet

wrap them in virgin scarves
so they can encroach upon
the holy dreams of autumn
as calm as dizzy rapture
as pungent as fallen snow

cover them in plate glass
so the pleasures of
passion, grieving,
elation and despair
can reflect their
brassy tenderness

veil their sin-stained faces
with swallow's wings
until their spirits boil in paradise
and the sky becomes a part
of their next glory

copyright 2009

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