Euphorion, again
You, not a boy, not a man but something
forever in between, Magician.
When I say "Beauty must be broken
for the sake of this poem"
it doesn't surprise you --
"In everything I've encountered
a dark-side exists but She is the promise
we can be something more
than animal." I know your eyes
and, the sadness their color holds
wounds me. I keep mining for more.
The devil forever heating the space between us.
You, not a boy, not a man but something
forever in between, Magician.
When I say "Beauty must be broken
for the sake of this poem"
it doesn't surprise you --
"In everything I've encountered
a dark-side exists but She is the promise
we can be something more
than animal." I know your eyes
and, the sadness their color holds
wounds me. I keep mining for more.
The devil forever heating the space between us.
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