Thursday, March 13, 2025

spiral harp pooned (2018)

 



No love caresses my trellised lair

Ghost birds old songnests

Wind wrecked valley

Where no love hatches never eggs

By the peck so deep

It chips my firm

-ament. Blue morning growl,

No love found me

Surrounded in her tornado castle

Bricks flying mote by mote

Only a spiral harp of ivory remains 




(2018)

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