2 July 2012
I gave my heart to wolves but
prior to the ground the sun called me
human. No, I'm a maniac
on a divine path time traveling
through wine stains screaming at
shrouded shadows "Over my dead body!"
like it's never been a possibility.
But death has a kind face;
the kind of face you buy a drink
and share time with. I shared everything
but innocent evasions and found
Babylonian keys in caution.
My dreams secreted secret shepherds
in a stir of traffic signs
that only failed to dissipate
in a discordant chord of vacant melody.
Deaf in the dark wood of error
and misery, I armed myself
against sanity to break futures
from leashes that drag dead dogs
down boulevards.
Ayelet Raziel: The Passenger III • Opuss № I