The Tigris


lonely night 


i see you be 





quaking in your seethe 



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

  • Author: Markthetabor (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2023 13:58
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 5


  • David Wakeling

    This was irritating to read.There is too much space between words.It made it impossible to understand

  • L. B. Mek

    (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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