Elixir
The prosaic division of thoughts
Lengthens the eloquent articulation
Of faceless ellipsis
Until it emphasizes
The disturbing speech unit
Meant to surpass
The mute crawling
Of a miserable creature.
I admit the oddity
And feed on it
Like on holy bread
That takes away the sins
And gives a ring of light.
- Mirel Brisca
to Mirel
to
Moongate
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