Sans 9
SANS 9
To dangle in the dying trance
Of dreamy dance in spoilt chance
In the fastidious pursuit
Of empty distractions that reign corrupt
Where even a sense of plain decency
Is drenched with insidious charm
That render meaning hopeless
To redemption and sublime finesse
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
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