Incendiary Touch

Incendiary Touch
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Andrew Defrederico - 2020 Feb 26 06:55



Separate to the eyes, a dawn's creed
parels down the road to semptity
and honour of alike, the craze that fits
I and you in the new
Blue shades of gold and brown

Far of teaching, far from disparage
The contour of body grips tight
over waters felt all night
in the home of tutor and student

Divine breaks give to the crast
of volidity and fire, the burning
sensation to incendiate explosions
heard of by creations that seek it
are of but meaningless breezes
through the wind; pass through hair

Solitude and abundance with, say do we,
the children of contour, the bodies
of the night, climb to the axe
and build that tree, so of one but to
other states the organization beriddled
and sunk, "Eyes no longer see but feel."
And to us, we decline, ever so more:
touch of sight is a sight to touch