recycled, tufts of fiber optic cables
plucked. like unwanted hairs between brows
polished silver to the beat of
linen soaked sun stroke
with tarnish remover
enhancing lens' vision of hope
pronounced at the cover, paternal rebound
she brings future to your front door
hing, between refills and quality control
check points
*"You can't control fear."
2 comments:
You did it!
(But you're reading something new these days, huh? I can feel new influences...)
actually, dear, the problem is that i am not reading anything right now. unless of course you count all the How-To-Grants-Writing texts...
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