Tag: ars poetica
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ars poetica*
I miss the curve of you your long, snaking lines pink with their meaning meaning only, I (will never fully) understand the fire I contain (for you) is not fire at all it is cold and clear and terrible; ripe, round mountains peaks of a book an explosion of sky the thick neck of a leaf heavy with its gravity here, I am crazy and strange and it is revered: my crazed strangeness; oxygenated ambition, …
santos scribes 