lonely night
i see you be
shivering
quaking in your seethe
wholly
less holy
than me
step from my ear
to see
my imagination
less of me
than you
an utterance of wander
to twitch my tongue
the unintelligible
that set you
to be free
Pricking at my larynx
to your pleasure
and my dismay of such
screaming in forms of vocality
you couldn’t acquire
spiritually so
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Author:
Markthetabor (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2023 13:58
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
This was irritating to read.There is too much space between words.It made it impossible to understand
(I found the distance between lines
a visual necessity, to highlight
each line as a poetic, thought process
an excavation, being realised
by both author and reader, simultaneously)
wonderfully unique, thanks for sharing
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