It is the swan singing
in some borealic voice
that beckons
I truly believe
the sky is intangible
and not simply
closing it's universal palm
on us
the dew turns ashen
soaking all in lint gray
silhouettes, plastered fully
to the mangroves
edelweiss petals
animal corpses
the fleshly detriment
of humanity
dust has settled on a non-turning
perforated world
The guillotine smirks
and it looks as if the tenants
flickered off
lightless windows pulsing
in the black reflection
of emptiness
The vervain must be in bloom
the gallow birds chirp
in their descent
the sky on fire
and safely landed on the ground
or simply
these streets are high hanging
and it is all just so very
one dimensional
I throw my hands into the vessel
into the teetering paleness of the
ever-present horizon
in some hope to reassemble
the sky and all it's nothingness
but black is all I find
and soon black is my color
like the world
swallowed by the mouthing ocean
of space
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Adding your comment:
I should have known it was his, his surreal feel to poems are unique and you should definitely acquaint yourself with his stuff it is freakin' awesome! 
