Castrated
CASTRATED
In ebony
air on flight
through night
nothing is
big or too
far off
figuratively
speaking streams
forgetful surf
high pitch screams
sandpits churn
tough turf
a wastage
of
egg rock
inert
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015
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