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Phantasmagoria
The spool of our imagination spins
Silk yarns secreting,
Insides unraveling,
Groan wet with weeping
We crave and ache
Where heaven’s sake
And hope, hurts
All beating wings
And butterflies
As knuckles brush
The sapling split,
Kneading, folding
Supple, yawning
Love buckles
Unarmored, vulnerable
Absolute with surrender
The curve inverting
Primate, real and raw
We are petrichor
Silk yarns secreting,
Insides unraveling,
Groan wet with weeping
We crave and ache
Where heaven’s sake
And hope, hurts
All beating wings
And butterflies
As knuckles brush
The sapling split,
Kneading, folding
Supple, yawning
Love buckles
Unarmored, vulnerable
Absolute with surrender
The curve inverting
Primate, real and raw
We are petrichor
Published 26th Mar 2020
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