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Deflecting shadows
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ATTEMPTING ASCETICISM
My heart is hollow-
That poor little withered
Writhing rose;
Shoulders hunched
Or huddled, rushing
My self-wrapped
Coffin, sarcophagus
For spirits unearthed
Resting but a while
To roam the sands
Once again, and moan,
And come to grips with
The ancestral elements
Cracking in the wind,
Dry thunder without rain,
And trample those bones
Of the Vultured War’s
Huts and homes of mud-
Forgotten foolish ghouls!
Left to wander thru waste
Hopeful to find a wife...
Alas, but none come by
To visit me... physically
Reminds me of being
Reminds me of being 'springrolled' in a duvet all wrapped up in a not so rigid coffin of one's own making. Don't know why it took me there. And a hopeful wife is for some comfort much better than a hateful wife. But there are those who love the making up after the breakings up. We are so complicated and simple at the same time!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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