Crystal Pin Prick
A crystal-pin prick at the beginning
a monumental vagueness at the end
the art of carving peace seems quite lost again
in between granite slabs-a tangle of black tragedies
and tiny clusters of downy light upon a peaceful being
The selfishness of flesh drifting atop the brine
in an endless maze of the triggered mind
where blue devils tap dance so raggedly
around the splintered sundial of God time
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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