Indictment of the Time

Anise fills my mouth While the words I speak Stream Surrounded By the leaves of May’s gold Cloaking treetops Every little photon a bomb Napalming and dancing along So much more to go Suddenly As the song of fission Must go on Down veins Down vessels Arteries of firs And these tall creatures Tasting theContinue reading “Indictment of the Time”

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