for juelz in the forum

in the flawless lite i put asunder lov of patternd shawdow.
in the flawless lite i see u as a surrealist painting ur toes, ankles, calves...
in the flawless lite your shawdowd corpse breathes heavy air on fire
in the flawless lite i bear witness to the first shed ash singed leaf sheaved for the harvest
in the flawless lite i bear witness to the sinking of the sun, of your grave, of last nite
in the flawless lite i squeeze your hand, i smooth your hair...
in the flawless lite i believe u are surreal, u are so real without your shadows
in the flawless lite i wrap your shape in my arms
in the flawless lite i move the earth i move the season i move the wind that bears ur ashes
in the flawless lite you stare up at the two faced trunks of dulling groves
in the flawless lite i find the harvest is your shadow, is your corpse, is your hand
in the flawless lite i harvest the birds -the sign language of gods
in the flawless lite i remember exactly how your toes fit your ankles, calves...
in the flawless lite i find the flaw is emptied of its power, the pattern of its shadow
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