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Not Kneeling
From neglect comes deviation, electrifying radiation, like a leaf in the shadow, Drying stanza so bore-some, a bit much candidly said, In the Sun thinly it is spread, As it comes to - an End. Unpropitious almost as a son left to die in a wooden casket, Beating the chest, screaming the pain dumped in the basket This fight that is looming, so void and gore, Drained of meaning, young and old, shaken, - I’ve been told. Hey, loner-donor go seek Freud and subscribe to the membership of bold. What name, say you? Look up, zap the depth and any chance, Given but not forgiven, just sanitised slam dance, Not tipping the balance, So settled, decisive and predisposed, Here comes the pain rolling down the mountains at Pieve di Cadore You do not know whether to ignore or adore. I am a natural riparian who likes to fasten poplars on the banks of my heart My eyesight at breast height gets pulled by gravity – down! Sipping on a glass of Vitis Viifera while avoiding an overdose In the eyes of a true ochre sensible enough To touch the ground or poke her. Grab the ivory rod that is a relic of lies, Crafted for the bride who held it dearly In the arc it traveled back and forth, North to south, back to north. Everything crumbled, thorn to pieces, Gunning down feeling after feeling, The fight is looming, but I am not kneeling.
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