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veiled whispers reversed

Putti lobotomized

trees wither

language crumbles

and

disintigrates

 

beware  straight black lines

she said

and listen

carefully

to the poetry

of clouds

 

birds fly upside down

through the smudged charcoal

of falling ash

Time cracks open

fragmenting

silence

 

a mad man

now wears the crown

oh say,

don't you hear

the old gods

laughing?