Black Veins

in my fog-heart
the chimera of roses dies
a star settles on the edge of my bed
it's old and full of cracks

gray spiders file away
toward the black-veined horizon
they're going off as if to the burial of a fairy
the void sighs

my poor dreams have lost their wings
my poor dreams have lost their flames
they lock elbows
on the coffin of my heart
and dream of gray crumbs

the day reappears
but i'm all worn out
the sky descends and covers me
i open my eyes forever

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