Noch keine Tags.
I feel the fever waning from this form
the chisel of death is hollowing the verse
killing the poem called the universe
of an orphan sleepless in a dorm
this happened in a younger age of course
the current cycle’s tender force
restores a cute megalomania
excavating the stanza of insomnia
(6/13 from the cycle "How Are You? 13 Poems")
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