Cry Heart Seated On Mine – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

a labour of smite,
the devils dog,
woven in spaces taken in time,
we delve,
down in the broken wine,
over the meadows of my mind,
there sits a place not far,
jaded in the memoeries of waht was,
swollen in the symphonise of waht are,
we see it,
feel the flesh tear,
turn me into the image,
sweat sweet soiled images,
hello from aboeve,
I am no longer below…

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