February 2017, or so.
An Experiment
blue owls cry
to green-gray doves
in a duskbulged atmosphere
choristers intone
their fairflown psalmody
fresh quirks of lightchange
magnetize skyroving eyes
out of their drab habits
amid gnarled jargonings
a churchless monk attends
poised as quakenerved silver
anatomy alert and palpitant
he leans into annunciations
of starhush and moonlurk
a scared and sacred sentinel
in the cloister of nightchill
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2024-01-08 at 03:31




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