Lighthouse keeper
Posing like a model for a spectacular magazine
the lighthouse master scratches the mirror of memories
with words of wisdom he copies from ancient books
lao tzu buddha patanjalis'wisdom fly sequentially
like drunk butterflies just out of the chrysallis
to the left to the right like a mechanical waltz box
the repetitive sound of waves cuts into his pain
waking up the green eyed snake of lust.
How long my beautiful one have u been gone?
At night when he spreads light far
like a shooting star branding the skies with immemorial light
he dances hearing the ethereal song of syrens
perhaps he imagined that he once was alive
broken puppet hanging from a wasted thread
in the hands of a sleepy god.
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