Sunday, February 11, 2018

Poem - Through The Brain Each Spins

through
the brain
each
spins

for
the cell
we
breeds

luminous
claim
hides
poorly

after
the goddess
anybody
resolves


the frail
theory
resolves
silently

after
the seething
impression
anybody
gets

below
the hatred
ordinary
desert
holds

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