moment’s wound
into blankets and throws
early winter solstices
the spoon burnt
blackened like the bulbs
under her eyes
into blankets and throws
early winter solstices
the spoon burnt
blackened like the bulbs
under her eyes
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- Stephen Rowntree
- "Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz
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