DUSTY ECHOES

Dusty echoes sprinkled,

Over i shelf mind,

Memory plastered like the dead sun,

Laughing silently covered in dew,

A thousand light years fly by in bubbling seconds,

The deaf song clustered in blind melody



I but rejoin tomorrows face,

The sweet plight dressed in nude curtsey,

The toothless thought smiles better,

Perhaps the kin whispering in soils,

Finds humor in the deformed chatter among fops.



Dusty echoes flattering i void sight,

Littering misty talk,

Over i aging heart.



Alas! the jaw joke broke its bone lest it was born!

Another forest growing in the desert,

I breath but slowly,

For many but find truth in what catches the eye,

The witch whose bosom nurtures the vain,



Blood is only as thick as it deems,

In the madness of scrolls i live again.