Vv
A vase of violet glass
Fills with light and blood
The night sips poisoned gin
Blind phantom keys type
Lists of unknown, names in reverse
Fortunes gained and lost in time
Drowning in rivers of molten sand
Snakes of ancient fire hiss and writhe
Channels on the blink go blank
Wreathed in bouquets of electronic ghosts
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-06-28 at 00:17
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