CONJUNCTION BY PRINCE JOE

C o n j u n c t i o n

You, - a bird singing silence in absent of flowers
& everything we hold dissolves into psalms 
Because our hearts is made of blurry vacuum
For everything we touch is what we call for
Even the water in the eyes - we share by trust.
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You, - the shadow on a river's personification
With similar similes of drowning metaphors
Touching the screen bones on my arsenal face  Darting carcass with unnecessary embrace
& a running river distributing pieces of verbs.

You, - a city linked with the taste of dusty irony
Lamentation of a resounding beautiful ecstasy
Admist company of men with colorless ideas
Shall we put an end to the osmosis of our love
Or we drain through the diffusion of a paradox?

You, - a book written in the language of archaic
& everything holds the record of blind history
Maybe God is the spontaneous kisses of fire
Then I will say rain is a checkpoint of death.

You, - a demon of renewed choice of destiny
Walking behind the pillars of a marathon race
Are we not the vibrant meant for lover's home
& the fine body of a done lasting impression
When our feelings are mixed with thought of
Yesternight's superstition in a blue moon.

#Princejoe
#Poetryislife

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