Wednesday, February 26, 2020

"born of dormant corners"

Gone by Then

Gone then risen
Milk dawn gone then risen
Our ephemeral fawning done
Gone sanguine then risen in spell
High with your wrist while nihil busy
Unburrowing dice teams from sand figurines
Risen to swirl steam scooping passing seemingly
A kindred-ided up and up, born of dormant corners
Forms filial then filled          Goes mourn and swoon
Love have and love loom                    Union and risen

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