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The Weeping Ritual
How I die
into
every Poem
an aviation into the circulation in the shape of a
Skysphere
sphere
of
sky
Here am I
In an everywhere
swirled
from
A nowhere:
Anywhere in the world.
O Hail
Forever
Maelstrom into which we were hurled.
Published 14th Oct 2022
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14th Oct 2022 11:58am
14th Oct 2022 6:59pm
15th Oct 2022 10:32pm
Love the idea of dying into poetry but how you included
the word aviation. Great visual for me. Rising to the occasion of each
poetry piece and leaving a bit of our soul in each one.
Loved this:)
the word aviation. Great visual for me. Rising to the occasion of each
poetry piece and leaving a bit of our soul in each one.
Loved this:)
16th Oct 2022 8:11pm
