like a luminous rosary

i saw something and it mattered. if not to me, then to it. luminous rose, canto conspire.

(flames and ash)

so be “it”. youth’s end. the doctor in bed. belligerent screams, quiet tide. waking dream and wanting death.

superfluous with “the One”.

supreme elegy- maybe your colour is red.

and maybe i am

nothing more than stained in salt.

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