Lost

Lost light languishes,
deep yellow crushes,
black drinks meaning,
rolled tight into fibre
without form, shape,
purpose, drawing all
within trammelled
being, holding, falling
draped bright as night,
redolent, screaming,
as birds peck dark
and feathered blood.

http://dversepoets.com/2014/10/09/verbal-cubism-and-tender-buttons-meeting-the-bar/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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