The dark things involving redeemable
so many fingers to hurt us and we persist in looking
to get drunk,
abandoned because icy shiver
between rocks that would tell the hard truth,
that we embrace as the sun illuminates the flowers from graves
concealed the short bone
dust that is scattered into the abyss
my mouth with his tongue licking
seems to signal,
not to fall into that pit again crashed.
your breakfast on the table,
silhouettes startled deny being badly injured wings,
with white flowers, stone hard.
The darkness could be your resurrection.