The Nothing
swam like dead
swills of pieces
or
a lament for them.
say
sky
did you swallow
colour
not spill
reams of disaster.
drum of agony
pipes of memory
stilled Time.
Stall
stay
Myth do not rear your head.
Not from the Island
big small
cozy.
Easy escape for those divers.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment