A BLIND FARM WITH VERSES

By Darren Lynch

Bestowed by god

And the grains of a cosmic kingdom flow into life ,

Each passenger is a rose ,

Becoming in the drift of dormancy

Entwined by the centre of a sole tower ,

Blue as witness to the transposition of human jeopardy

Your face is in the shadows of every mind

Wanting and cascading

As your voice tastes lunacy

There by the elevation of tears ,

A song becomes the origin of infancy ,

Growing along damp stone

With roots in its taste of passage ,

Its breath is colours into the accord of a deft coma

Fading into a eclectic chasm

For the lust of reclamation  ,

No city shall bury its knowing love

Without the rendering of amassed jewels to rust.

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