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Spires
Dark ink spills, set into the eyes,
Spiraling in chills, supplicating
In fixtures of spider webs -
Affixed
In
Ebbs
Flowing
Into
The humus of the posthumous,
Awe inspired
In
Spires
Into
Electric indigo,
In
Overdoses
Of
Flash – Brash,
Smoke
Of
Oak.
Published 4th Jan 2022
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