* SIX PRELUDES AND GROSSE FUGUES
1.
Lace mask on
Your lace face
in revolution
to expose you
vice or grace
opening in 3D
opening wide to surname
summer silk.
A lost mask of spring
and winter
in you.
2.
BAD BAUDLAIRIAN MANET-RISM
Share the time
moments to share
share the time of moments
in between
on the thorn of between
shore
deep
in
bet
we
en
to share the time of moments
to share
3.
Wave in wavy silver boat
waving in silver
a show boat
4.
Our close divide barely in rest
to break it hard
when time comes
our division
is honored in seclusion.
Trusts are gone
from trustworthy
no matter in rawness of light verse
or harsh accent.
With summersault
I land
before summer
or at the time of farewell
in flight
5.
We write.
We hide
behind what we hide.
We delete.
We like.
We comment.
We are writing you to write you off.
Birth
is the last ditch
in realm of desire.
6.
Final started before final
when we missed opportunities.
We just have to sit miserable
in grief
and watch from a stand
falling down
in distance.
IT IS ALL ONE BROKEN LINE
WHEN IT COMES TO SIX PRELUDES
AND GROSSE FUGUES.
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