#72 (the demons feasting time)

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photo credit: Matthias Geh

constantly craving

finger’s food

the wordflow steady

like his mood



 

 

incessantly

his mouth is mute

swans sailing

on lured verses loot



beyond

the tides and

stranded rhymes

he feeds the demons

feasting time



absorbing

sweetness out of tune

the lines walk under

waning moon



inside outside

seem all the same

the gazers collect

what he tamed



for now

the faraway

is near

there’s nothing left

of hopes and fears



it all connected

‘tween the shadows

his grazing eyes

on dark-hued meadows



withdrawn

an isolated crowd

of pigeons

feathers rustling ’bout



the prize

of beauty

an abyss

his lips rest sooty

genie-kissed

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photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

 

 

 



1st December 2016

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