Photo by Blake Cheek on Unsplash

Black sun on the run
born a mute
not too cute
on my back, sans coat,
sans hat,
on my back
no fringes of lace
around my face
I’m intact at last
I fling curses
at the stars
bury my wishes
in old jam-jars.
turn mere shadows into shades
hold my breath
for an age
i kiss a lion
In a cage
condemned
at the root
& in a rage
I evade
an early grave.
Delphiniums are for love,
wild honey for taste,
we roll away stones,
learn not to live in haste!

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