Make me alive
A wise fool in your eyes
Peel me away
Like the paint
From the oldest building
You’ve ever come to stride
Pressed up against your brow
In twilights death
Glowing in the spire
Of many decades
Yet to be perceived
In cardinal choirs
I realize the devil
Went down to Georgia
To release you from your pact
To someone else
In what exact chamber
Of glowing heat
Could ever your heart beat
Without the Mayberry bed
Of rubies beneath the belly
And the back of any beast
Red and yellow leaves
Performing twisty dances
To their death on cement night
Make me alive
© GÄ
Poétique 