Phaesporia
phæsporia
in cold strip light
sacred arrows
turned against
my golden horned deer
the reaching november
hands that hold
the flowery
fallen charioteer
shattered and strained
by fools
released
by a single tear
Copyright © Stuart Andrew | Year Posted 2016
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