Rails the Sign of Chaos

It shines like shattered glass
on the side of a mountain unseen
just beyond the rail
that guards us from chaos.

It is posted pure
like a profitical magazine
that adheres to the stream
of the consciousness keeping
the ikon clean
with products smelling nice
and soap white knuckled
to sheol shroud
hope forgotten scene.

There used to be cobblestone-now
we are horseless breathe-in
the tire dust it will get you home-quickly.

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And in her eyes I she what I meant
those moments young again
and a curl of the lip
bidden

And in her hands I feel what I meant
no bounds no whip no torment
no promise or butter product
my brand

My heart holds a brand
and beats whole hallowed in between
those moments I see
time spending moving
stories and scenes
hang-ups dramatic from pasts digested

what is unclean
in habits given
we nail down the flesh
and our spirits mesh
and dread flapping in the wind
moving love again

no sugar no honey
no bees
humor captivating intellectual wondering
scolding brat fits
perfectly
complementary
unowned
hugging me

unspoken knowing moments meant
youth claims my future
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