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PAINTED IN VERMILION
As the aberrant dawn came
With spate of perception
And an icterus glow
My yearning shined brighter
Yet an echo of the dark
And sooner than comfort dissipates
I'd cherish the cold that lingered
I am within
Cruel chelicerae, athirst
In an affair with dusk
Anywhere is bifurcate
Past the vale of sloth
Oh, twisted and lush
Entangle me in credence
Of all time, there is no waste
Of all matter, but a trace
Parabola converged, assured
That I will never change
Yet ebonize with age
And the lonely rays of morn
Nigh enmesh this reverie
Like those silvery threads
That glint beyond my boughs
Are they not symbolic?
Nay, aloof as I, coppiced
Wherein a lone drop of joy
Upon my flesh, held chimera
Beneath brimstone, bedewed
With mercury...
'I'd give anything
To be someone else'
That's what I'd say
If I was still myself
Published 16th Oct 2018
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16th Oct 2018 9:05pm
The last lines give an exceptional emphasis to your poem as a whole . A vague sense of familiarity that resonates throughout but might
Otherwise be unnoticed . Great work Void .
'I'd give anything
To be someone else'
That's what I'd say
If I was still myself
Otherwise be unnoticed . Great work Void .
'I'd give anything
To be someone else'
That's what I'd say
If I was still myself
