Filagree

Filagree.

Pages leak wisdom
This face is an offering again
Like expression can be red
I’m failed in twine tonight
A just fool suckling
Torn in ten million sentences
Eating fear is shaming
Terrain for worn feeling
Warn that precious light
Across derivatives
A mouth spread open
Ages ago these words a circle
Spill the paper’s wound
The remnants of dementia
Like in August you scream
A womb with stones
These arms and legs
A broken morning
I run across the end of this
As faith is breeding painful
Again a filagree shines
These hands kill simple
My heart is an engine divine.

2015 Chris Vaughn

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