Tag: original poem
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Elevated
Elevated to lofty status Pours never rains Pieces arranged just so, assuring my reign Demesne manyspan rein of high nations Typified by hasty decisions, threshing wasting entire generations The blameless dying choking on mud blood darn painted knees. I’m before the Forest of Deans’ mightiest oak, toward saintly Dīn Djinn-commanding ring, Alexander amongst men Miner…
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Old king’s thoughts
Fog settling on barrow downs, holes for old kings I am an old ship’s remnant hull, full of old things High and grounded, looking down wingless angel The world below me raging like an ape volatilated By a net’s embrace, my finger along gilded cage’s bars Something to mark that Midas was here Through grilled…