Coagulation
It’s in my ear
that chilliness vibrates
in a sharp-edged letter
no use to defend myself
against the stripped off sentence
that penetrates me like an arrow
in my head the night is dancing
covered with a veil
the cloud in front of the moon
summons the wolf in me
down with a howl
I’m falling on the ground
crawling even deeper, desecrated,
time has become silent now
I’m coagulating
In my thoughts,
they are still unborn.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
25/11/2014
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Rudi Lejaeghere
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25-11-2014
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