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.


  • L. B. Mek

    '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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