In the asylum of silence
There is no reliance;
Whisper is the wildest
Of the soul’s desires.
Stances of the players,
Dances of the ladies,
Nuns’ letcherous prayers,
The suspending maybies.
Smokes and dissolutions,
Gestures of the fingers,
Lips forsaken ruins,
Blood-stained triggers.
Involuted petals
Of miscarried babies -
Love’s a strangled fetus
Raped by mental rabies.
In the asylum of silence
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