CRADLE

stand
cross hands

you cannot seduce
serpents

that simple
&
clear

bones bamboo
growing from grids

look into eyes
of eye

so serpent sang
so beautifully

see behind lines
learn from blind

base of breathing
in
& out

leo the blind
looks
all along
line after line

contours
& configuration

sequence
& succession

limit within limit

edge of edge

go

sink below line

glide over harvest
bear fruit

tie to cord
rope string
cable & wire

thread of thread

think
fucking think

think thought

line in line
over lines
into lines
for fuck’s saké
think

position boundary
of body

well within well

look up
see sky
if it
still
exists

queue
for this
vocation

look
look for leo
the blind

& his numbers
night knows

emperors
& philosophers
postures putréfaction

renders
precise
& smaller
than stone

held in hand
here

look
move palms
to eyes

hear holes
howl
within walls

within these
walls

body border

line
to line

think
fucking
think

come
for first time

dig earth
bones neatly gathered
in pile

can you
remember

fathers remember
souvenir
or stench

souvenance
or
stain

watch
when stoking chimneys

collecting gold
& glasses

tearing teeth
from mouths

using what weight
left to lift
cavities

craters
remember
mountains
or mounds

remember
mark in book

leave line
or two
to tell

another
line

another
forgot

numbers
end up
being of beast

this lost
on you

conceive
claws
come

come
soon enough

lost
breath circulates

frantic
for family

roots
or blood

line
lovers arms
made of wax

you too burning

she melts
into you

profession performed
undertaker of sight

watching wall
until they fall
on top
of you

whomever
you were
before barking

know numbers
night knows
now

now
cease circle

walk
or crawl
to
océan

standing in sand
dancing last dread

collapsing into another

circle
configuration circling
constantly

wing to wing
begin to sing

simple chant

gather confessions
accumulating announcement
destroy directives
for fall
perfect

définition
desired
now
& forever

after
alone with icons

enough innocence
left
for you
to murder moon

certain
apparitions
come

before
or after

record this
or that

time
immerses
time
in time

understand
clearly clocks

now
nightmare
nocturnal flame

accedes to heart

splintering
last time

marching into wash
house bring
your water

& blood
succession supplied

cease
lessly

hear this
flesh and bone

snaps breaks
and tears
neither silk
nor gingham

go to mound
sort through silhouettes

identify
i & i
sorry task
to take

instruct intentions
over table

emperor
of empty
space

stolen
no
time
to hesitate

heretic pleasure
in dance

endowed with breath

endowed with tears

run into sea

oracle offered observation
origin in trembling

weeping another way
of dancing

go to goats
listen to song
they sing
for fools

thick tears
burning soil

meet memory
beautiful carnage

source
for serpents
& stone

ageless heat
assault composed
in dying place

death
fall into sleep

taunt clocks
teach time
to time

hold wrist
so tightly

force me
to sing
alien songs

torment time
as time torments
within torrent

teach time time

welcome sleep

warn
winds

collect branches
burn

lay across bodies
bodies become conspiracy
against night

listen

kill
calf

inquisition
pumps from heart
apparitions

on guard
but also fell

visions alarms
no matter

surrender to shadow
shade of oleander

here i turn
hand against you

répudiâte remorse

still
gazes
to where
winds wrap

themselves in thread
thread into thread
line after line
falling

falling

language died

no secret

go to goats
gargle in pool

here everyone
hears

time surrounded time
trapped

body
cloud
bury sun

dress you want
to wear on
last day
will not help

you to undress
night

secret of stones

sink teeth
into flesh
scar stripping
last nicety
from lips

last harvest
sweat collected

weep

hands leaving mark
beautiful danger

poisonous air

go
burn oleander

sip moisture
so simple

trembling
hands burn flesh

obliterate ocean

painting ©Luciano Prisco

'CRADLE' JUDAS AS A CHILD 3.2MX2.4M OIL ACRYLIC HAND MADE OBJECT

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