Tis pencil lead
Has turned to diamond dust
My mouth metamorphosed
Into stony silence
Cullinan, your poetry
Your poetry bleeds thin
Over the ainwayes
Whispers sibilant
Into psychic space
Diamond, Innanna
I am speedchless
Watching you sink
Through sods of soil
Into the dark grave
For the love of love
For the love of suffering
Your eyes are diamonds
Smothered in dust
Cullinan, you shine
In the sybil,s black fire
Your graphite heart
As bright as the sky
For the love of love
A murder of crows
On Lilith,s wind
Innanna, you will never see
Your love again
The suffering of love
Is a mouth full
Of diamonds and dust
Sweet Innanna
I will never taste
Your kisses again
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