Windsor Guadalupe Jr - Cold Blue

The night roared
With a surreptitious enmity.
I am cajoled into
Beautiful tapestries -
I am a maudlin.
I am acquiescent,
Take it lightly with the shards
Of glass.

This cold blue stares at me
With its uncouth eyes as if
Talking to me with
A shrilling, resolute voice:

The only terrible thing in this
Void is that when you believe,
You have signed a contract
With death.

Windsor Guadalupe Jr

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