this principle
as bed of nails
or hot coals,
as nowaday
a spike of hair
pierce per cheek,
once supine —
you run this way,
what difference
the discipline,
a head to stand
one hand slapping,
as n u c u r
a calisthenic,
or e deep bow,
f t acrobatic
Poetry
this principle
as bed of nails
or hot coals,
as nowaday
a spike of hair
pierce per cheek,
once supine —
you run this way,
what difference
the discipline,
a head to stand
one hand slapping,
as n u c u r
a calisthenic,
or e deep bow,
f t acrobatic
Your poetry has a wonderful rhythmic pattern to it, I am enjoying it!
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That’s kind, Gavriel, as you see, it’s experimental;
more hope to the thought within than formality.
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Explorers of words we are!
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Yes, and the vocal silence in mystery
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