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i have to say
i have to see
the twilight moonlit
the houses on hills
all appear so blind
at night
the webs that bind them
to the skies
are golden, sparkling
with blood and dust
the angelic motes
on beams of blood
dance
at night
the trees turn under the rain
pan lies dead
from rut to rot
i saw the lighthouses all fall
small angels hold parasols
and point to other skies
the clacking on the fence
is long and loud
the noise of the fingers
crack in my head
behind my eyes
between the bloodwalls
that line the streets and the skulls
forever
the bonewhite temple
letters piling up
unanswered stars yawning together
you may have this gift from me
and i will send you nothing
from what i see
(and i see all)
the green is going
black peter arises
with his sack chock full of tricks
(and none of them eternal)
black peter arises
with his bag of blood
(and none of this runs eternal)
black peter arises
and he smiles