14 may 2021
Destructiveness
You were comfortable,
when you abused in native speech.
After the conviction,
there was smoke and ash.
Bring down the white plumes
from the volcano's crater,
and begin the swan song
for the sake of vanishing grace.
It is my turn now to
walk in penumbra, wrapping
off the dark core of human mind
and give a prelude to matephors.
Below the wings, the
trapped wind lifts the fallacy
of a fall when you were
already buried in a shadowless flesh.
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