A Gothic touch has come
in my verse. I am afraid of myself.
Marrow was ready to give the blood.
Oh levitate, your ligaments
are strong. I put my words in your
mouth. The calamity will stay at the door.
Necrosis of old arches
follows the juvenile geniusThe
eyes open the dark sky. Eagles dive.
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Author:
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Comments1
'Necrosis of old arches
follows the juvenile genius'..
such a targeted use of purposed imagery, clinical in its delivery and meaningful in its brevity
a great read
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