Friday, May 08, 2020

From all over the earth
I can hear the footsteps of hatred
gnawing their way
into my third of reptilian brain

I beg my spirit up
to a clouded plain,
but the violin is not there
so I have to descend for a sword.

Moss and leaf spread on the blue
turf living and its yellow edge
bridged with ruby fire.

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