Wire Frame
Roethke shadow upon a copper wire frame,
Tingling and numbing pulse a beating,
Each inhaled whisper a looming ghost,
Winds of the North rattle the structure,
Zila(phone) symphanies conducted without hand,
Trembling from inside caused by the Inferno,
Clawing and prying from the hushed abyss.
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