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WRITHE


For me,

sometimes

there is no distinction

tween words

whose letters

escape definition.

 

Humpty dumpty taught me the wisdom of the homonym.

I speak not of the egg headed fragmented nursery rhyme.

But the mentor of alice- spellcraft sublime.

Whose wit could conjure constructs made of vision's rhine.

 

So now i will say it

without reservation.

To write is to writhe.

Only one letter cloaking.

The pen is the (H)and

and the body's location.

The (H) is the hermit,

secluded and waiting...

 

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Yeti Noone

poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.

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