Da, da, da


Da, da, da, danced leaping lettered life,
song-constructed, washed solid, born
in mortality, re-made, brittle clouds, as
blackened sun, turning through the
realms of wild imagination, powdered
tears, delightful fears; minuet of
moments made of ice, frozen in fire,
draining diamonds through the crust
of frothing leaf, obedient tree, waiting
for the sound of re-awakened death;
Saturn smiles in steady drum, da, da



About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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