I’ve buried with open eyes
My heart in the world
To see nothing really
And to see love clearly
I’ve deserted language
For feeling, it’s the only
Truth that matters to me
The foliage of clear identity
The fallen reality of empathy
I’ve buried with open eyes
My heart in the world
So that my soul might
Not go extinct, it’s light weight
Pressed against the winter morning
Like an anonymous conspiracy
Of seeing beauty even in decay
And the pulse of syllables
Laughing even in monotony
I’ve burned with open eyes
My heart in the world
So that i might sleepwalk kindly
For the rest of my brief years
If only to love a bit more
And learn to think of myself
A bit less, so far as I know
It’s working, goodbye then
Charred language, scattered vows
Promises of desires better left
For the precipitation of music
The arpeggio of sighs.
Wuji Seshat 
Shallow men believe in luck or in circumstance. Strong men believe in cause and effect.”
I am in love with your words Wuji… truth and an abundance of emotion from every syllable..I think even if you dared desert language you would find a way to express your soul to empathize.
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The sweetest words I have found all night… I had to share
Brilliant poetry and photo
… a ‘tightrope artist’ of words 🙂
Thank you Neige, that’s a cool compliment.
My pleasure, Wuji 😉 entirely!
In a simpler way, I’m closer to you then one can imagine…
I love words in context, words in literature; a magic tool, a means of ‘power’, the way to enchantment…
That last couplet, love it!
Thanks for your interesting comments Laurie 🙂 Have a great week!