What He Wanted
...I know can’t sit here forever
clutching his scarf to my chest
and looking to the star-like glimmers of the cave roof above.
He wanted to see the stars.
They say he’d want me to move on.
I we...
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Categories:
lungless, angst, death, loss,
Form: Verse
Sick Times
...And how shall we trace the
trajectory of a lungless scream
coming out of a slit throat?
Time was overrun by gnostic
resentment in absolute mind.
The fury of a gathering food riot:
do you hear...
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Categories:
lungless, art
Form: I do not know?