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Mad Love Poem

‘The Knife of the Sky’

The knife of the sky tortures the wise

Broken day burning the birdless sky

The clouds form the ghosts of sleepers

Whose eyes distil the world’s reflection

And your face is a pyramid of kisses that I

Use for writing words and butterflies

Who can sing in cages just as the laughter settles

On lovers’ lips whose smiles are framed

The tears of last year’s summer now rests

In yellow roses where candles melt flat

The game ensues tearing open the Snow 

Queen’s broken heart inside the gas lantern

The sirens whisper the name of the Sunflower King

Who dreams of men on the land

The sound of moon against sun shattered the summer

‘The Knife of the Sky’ (Poem and collage, Taya King and Darren Thomas)

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