30 april 2021
Contradiction
A textual study
of pain and bliss.
I was coming for a reprisal
from a temporal crisis
of intimacy.
Always gnawing at me,
the roll down from
love to hate. Which was
impersonating what, like
a talking parrot?
Soft murder. You will
half-die, poker-faced in
grey night under the full moon,
holding a poem
written for a black sun.
I shall never get
over my dilemma.
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