of unknown reverberations


gray ground
the little curvaceous
seeking self

a methodical
appraisal of the

empty fields
an axiomatic love
of chaos
and labyrinth

light never
but its image
traverses time

the tree was spotted
as the period
at the end
of a graceful sentence
that spoke of
a timeless seed

the eyes that were
given to me
eloped with darkness

an affair
of unknown
and reverberations.





Nihilistic Poetry Blog

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