eternal Truth in turmoil
lies pristine as ivory sculptures
lunarlight alone reflecting in the dim
of a thousand sunrise curses
faces maimed by trying like crunched leaves
seeds unhatched as souls beneath
the surface of the mind's maddening river death
the world its raft of wreaths
There is marvellous description here. Love it
Deep and ponderous, but it speaks above the stench of a wilderness of lies and victims.
Thanks for this
Keith
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kealan coady
Fri 4th Feb 2022 09:51
Thank you for you lovely comments they're much appreciated.