Thorns

[whitman]

My shadow of thorns walked out of the sea
the harmony of distant lights carried
him across the rooftops of the city

He rejoined me in a dark room with a guillotine
seasons of light fermented in a clock
revealed the dark places i had been,
the blood of my shadow ran clear
a hummingbird appeared
the earth dissolved in
the birds porcelain tear.

[Dark Muse]

This was quite interesting, I liked the dark and surreal aspects of it