“sunflowers”
These heads of fire,
decapitated suns,
rot in their vases like prophets unspeaking.
Gold is not glory but fever,
a pollen of madness
that stains the hands of the painter,
and the mouth of the poet.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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