Infinitude
I, the many
a harlot's realm, betrothed
to the light, each door a seed
yet, eyes
ever glossed in overtones
of harmonic gaze
deep within her strings
and enter anew
in silence...
... raw
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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