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Butterfly Wing: an alcaic
The smallest gesture multiplies instantly: a careless murmur, effortless whispering, with armor piercing force, it thunders; delicate palimpsests shudder, helpless. The silence of an infinite solitude, in just an instant, changes its character; and shouting, loses shape and substance, wallowing … Continue reading
I Want to Tell You Something
I want to tell you something in a few short locking lines; you may find the concept shocking, or reject it, but that’s fine. You may not think it a poem, for it doesn’t show a thing; it does not … Continue reading