her tears filled my alabaster cup.
I felt its weight upon my chest.
throbbing;
wailing...
angry, in despair.
I dreamt of a man in a chariot on a blaze.
his fervid eyes unhinged from his kind of masquerade.
melting;
succumbing,
dying, in pieces.
a weeping lass and a dying man nest upon my vessel
in a sunken garden of my sleeplessness.
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