Daegal Poems

We have here, Bartholomew. No light could
Break his eyes, and he ne’er saw the cruel
Night displace the kissing clouds in a deep
Scarlet carnival, rising phantastic
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Averting dying gazes, a tarnished
Soul, I saw. Speaking names into a wisp
Of scented hemlock. He tossed it swift
Toward the earth from which I climbed, and I
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Delirium, summoned by charming flesh,
A mannequin which wolves would love a-fresh.

Succinct and regal, reckoned by a kiss,
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So sad, as you lift me down from the shelf,
As thunder batters the thick walls throughout.
My eyes were turned to stitches, a sinner
Sheathed in human skin, a puppet on a
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When all the opera’s finished, and all
The crowd has dimmed, when the wings are left to
Be empty, and story is all done,
I sing my eulogy and force it on
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There’s a crack in the rainbow,
There’s a hole in the sky,
Everything I once believe in
Turned into a lie.
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The carrousel seahorses' picturesque circus dress
Flows behind in a wave.
The pantomime symphony echoes a mocking song,
Which winds all the hours away.
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Someone once showed me an image from their
Head. It was like an artist had harnessed
Some divine talent and painted with long,
Vivid strokes, the picture that he saw then.
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Come here, small Angel, I can’t see the light.
Come here, little winged, and show me what’s right.

My heart is not ready, my eyes are tired.
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Pat them on the shoulder,
See them stir, hear them sigh,
Step into their dreams,
Watch them live, watch them die.
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