A place of Beauty
29 November 2016
Pick up the pieces
Myriads of shards are talking
Their language broken
Bear with me token
Female Prometheus runs
Flame a blazing pyre
Gyrating the wasps
Zero in on the flesh cut
In between bloodlines
We grew swift the vines
Dragons eggs incubated
Within wombs of dark
Lift me from shadows
The half-light crushes all will
Petrified gallows
Instill in me dream
Shower within writhing mind
A place of Beauty
Reading of the poem:
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