it hurts somewhere
deeply
a scar out of a million scars
painfully
a searing madness
in the recesses of some forbidden memory
it curls and gnaws and beats
the passion of sin
the fire of hell
breaking
far off i hear some air
born of the midnight rain
changing voices
adding volumes
salvation?
no.
only some half-forgotten dream
teasing
some love in september
transient
tragic.
___________
20.6.70
10.30 p.m.
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