Dark Horse
“Dark Horse”
The lost poetic find their shadows
hanging on a wall, the darkness
bleeds from tainted feathers of clipped wings
to reveal a fresh page, sharp pristine
words fly coolly following freedom,
a tempting taste of heaven after hell
ensues for a while;
in short spells,
creation occurs in Purgatory
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“….dross being removed from Gold in a furnace.”
Purgatory
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