Aloud In Time – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Written by Matthew Tonks

we are the end, yet not to be, endless memories, of the wanted we, last of one, first of three, weathered, twisting light, harrowed in lines of white, shining in the night, but below the flesh, I sedate me, tasked with riddles, of who is me…

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