Poem -
Splinter
as fools do, i do in a maze of undoing.
I roam the cataract -
a ghost, woven into spinning smoke
and double stitched where the hymns are bleak
with a wry giddy disaster for a smirk
with the most lost eyes.
and then I [ Ā ]
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Interesting piece , it's a read you have to take in time and another time . Great writeĀ
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