Under the Gods

Strangely brilliant under the gods-
The country is desperate
Watercast design
It is much too much.
It is found there that he fled.

The Violet Tower
A sad soul of peace and blossoms and leeches.

Ah! Birthdays will go on
A special God-
And after the wet smoke crystal transformation
Desire fades.

I don’t want to pay for a coin-
I can’t understand it
The wind blows
Until the end
Just words.

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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