Miles Goetz, Seeking a Scattered Shadow

Evil-inscrutable, dawn caught between

Ashen claw and naked sear, abstract

Dreams traced in acacia dust along

A forlorn God’s chest.


Running wild like the hair of a man

Eons at rest, you dress your

Speaking wound in luscious petals, so

That your festering tongue is heralded by heavenly songs.


Evil, has ever a man or woman dreaming

Felt your lips? In a reverie descended an

Intangible deepness, you are hidden.

In a blackened sea you are sacrificial blood.


There is no vision so great which cannot be removed by a wind


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