23 december 2017
Unheading
O my Master!
I am breaking rank,
with space and cosmos.
The scorched earth
wants another moon,
another sun.
The blue abyss
invites for a final plunge.
I may find my stars.
O my pain!
give me more needles
more bites.
On a platter
you carry the severed title
of my poem.
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