Tag: poem
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Wrath of God
the flow-rising river is grounding felicity below, so mark steel caps and angel crosses against losses, captain, for your strength is devoured by humidity, corroded by our loving waters… and don’t look back into my eyes, doña of the river; my gaze is colonial and fierce. my brutal eyeballs score no mercy, least not on…
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Train
Scuttling and screaming Grey sky dreaming The beggar man shuffling Down carriages for nothing Train doors chirping Beggar man hurting Organs bruised and buried by life Knife-like lurking Train tracks cold and glitter cut dirty Concrete skirting Vanishing passages Flowing souls Burning effigies Tubular cacophony A girl looking back at me Where do we go?
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Collect
Visions And place them Thoroughly Within The game intrepid’s Loose and leafy Fields of your mind’s own Eye, Stacked elf-like Between Iron And/or Ore