Nicholas Alexander
Chocolate Coat
Long and hard he looks at the drain of cakes from the mould
the seeping dripping coat that annoints it so
the leaves and trees that form avenues for the soul
trips you at the door and beneath this
sense
there lies nothing more
than lost dreams
than lost pieces of dreams
awaken the voice
explore the possibilities of
structure lost at sea
pounding upon you like a heart
or a sorry scribe at breakfast
a dawn of silver possibility
unrestrained by sound
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