When the deed is done
6 September 2017

Tilting head
From perception points
Stuck at joints
Light anoints
A jaded shadow set free
Darkness pervades light
Say instead
Light swallows darkness
Inside thin
Flickering
White on black blackened whitened
Checkerboard wizened
All is said
When the deed is done
Take a look
Loosened hook
The fish floating out in sea
Upstream and toil free
Reading of the poem:

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