Pro Fuse Con Fuse

Words worked into flesh turn into echoes
Of, spirit grows on erosions of memories disintegrate
Late night parties of nativity
Ideals of relativity
Both confirm and negate
Posture and pose
Is a question
To unask
Nothing is so much more
One never knows.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-07-28 at 03:04

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
The poem's nice but that opening line is especially fierce. And fuck dude, I'm mad I never thought up that title.
2022-08-01

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