29 Nov
Filed under Poetry, in the year 2008/Print Post
29 Nov
Filed under Poetry, in the year 2008/Print Post
29 Nov
gray matter senselessness
inflamed quintessence
intuition damning me
knowing with full certainty
looking will just testify
the discounted approbation
or innocent indifference
to the layers of injury
this fascination’s wrought
eyes upturned to
imaginary sunshine
the grace of fingertips
an unseen pantomime
of ten digits intertwined
Melancholy devilment
Surrender to the muse
Put away the toys and
listen to the silence
my back is bruised
~fm
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