no end in sight

lamper kobenhavn

what evidence
would suffice
to convince
the éyes to close
– in mid-light –
forever and reach
the hardened
spine of a bláck cloud
the finite dream
where all solids
behave as verbs
and désire
shrinks to a voice
muffled by á
new violence
of the soul.

Absurd Poetry

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