Burnt Verse: Crowded
Craning necks at cranial skies, coiled in Canopic thoughts,
A cavalcade of silhouettes patrol through cosmic courts,
And pressing down these temples, pillars of an ancient pride,
They spill in crowded jungle-time upon what hopes I hide.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2015
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