For thorns unplucked
Silent crimson wells puce
and mounts in torrents
from concentric fissures
gouged deep
within glowing fathoms
of the heart
achromatised and torpid
transpierced by sabre thorns
woven like a tapestry
of olden sinews.
pale as dog rose stars.
Eternal sighs are tolling
hollow music
for contrition
failing.
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