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"THE THIEF"

A faith in the hazards of change
Lives out … somehow
On the motions of windmills
In un-heard un-answered questions
Of a familiar name on the comfort
Of decay … in-between
That what bridges us … our pathways
To the tendrils of our ancestors

The absence of love from the winter
Of a hidden blue-eyed child
His mouth is an orchard in abundant flames
That survive the thief’s designs
In this ordered world

A woman’s imperative … is the nature’s beast
Where light it-self greaves shadow
From a forgotten poet that was loved through
Your heart long ago … taking a grain of matter
From your trace of yesterday’s footprints

Behind me however invisible the postcards
With the scent of dry lemon and acquainted
Appointments never made the thief innocent
Of a blank stained expression in catheresis

The thief’s manufacturer as companion
Something close to an emotion is a smile
In an onwards of love alongside anxiety
The thief then dies behind the feel and depth
Of a collected kindness … and an iconic descent
From the spinning wheel of a handful of silver

Impossible … his sweat-stained hands
As a departure that burns and beckons us all
In a parade of wordless songs to the lost
Limit of his imaginings in conquering canons
Of a parading Byzantium cinema

He is the demonic soul within sorrow
He is the wanton measure of the sad artist
He is the unforeseen enemy of reason
He is the fractured play that lives
In the atrocity of the narcissistic bride

End

"THE THIEF"

Kirrill D'Kainn

Joined March 2009

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