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The Plenum Existential

Hiraeth when the branches cast
shadows' gold from the Summerlands
to the lyrical tutelage 
of wings.

An epoch marked by graves,
silt in limerince, ethereal
the vacuum's pulp,
grey the distance illicit.

Supine the iris iridescent,
symphonic the pose
as mountains call
more eagles there
to nest amid the syzygy.

◄ The Dig

But First The End ►

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Stu Buck

Mon 4th Sep 2017 14:59

i like this a lot. its complex, but never needlessly so.

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