scenery of sounds burried in empty moments,
broken, with the moon crying through its arteries
and dripping the eternal - vault\'s living ashes -
- blowing flames, it lights up dead
over time verses closed on golden roses
on twinkling basil played without a voice
the weird pamphlet from serenity to sweet delirium
ends up a longing shrilled by all that isn\'t gone
zigzag of
Deciphering the rhythm of my flesh
Using the ruby scissors of your smile,
So cruel beyond,
So innocent inside...,
Just dance my deficit of brightness
And, then, evoke your deceased
VB