in the blue light
on the late bus
a city swirls
past the growl
of an engine
beneath our feet
blue trickle dusk
pressed beneath
the roil of clouds
grey as tusk
In dreams she
whispers
"trust us"
I snarl wakened
behind the curtains
blood thick color
in the mist
a passenger prop
howls readying to
jump
she roars off
the wailing
stops

candle tears
on pure icing
in the flames
the joy curls
brilliant eyes
encircle

in the evening
the candles
flicker
wax bench seats
I kneel
velvet cushion

in the holder
a stick of inscence
in the alley
the rain collector
summons
a song of psalms

a hungry dog
catches a rat

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