futurismo by unknown
we found and lost
and found again
reincarnations within one living
life we had to kill and die
each
to be today tomorrow
until time that ends
until the dreamer sleeps we
laugh at death and life
that sounds like crunching leaves
and smells like spice and roses
or scent love’s skin charred
from searing words
spit from dragons
scaled and spiked and
tender bellied darkness
we bluster bellow
blistered feeling locked
and kicked in doors
however or because we
are two the same
both born aflame
unafraid of ashes
feeling found from found
unafraid until
today to that time to that tender the two the tomorrow
until
roses reincarnations
in
sleeps’ spice scent smells same scaled sounds searing spit spiked skin
morf
omsirutuf
