i had something for this
migraines that contort the inner space
the skull in hand, a hamlet’s holding cell
when neuron constellations lose their faith
shall supernovas cease their monologuesprayers and expletives may intersect
twixt asterisks and hyphenated blur
to break a wish, asphyxiate its will
on frozen grant and genuflected kneecome endless isolation ritual
come parthenon of pyrrhic impassé
from circle pits maturity suspends
to rafters in nostalgic ripeningof heads or hands to come what(ever) may
have fallen out if ever even there
i had something for this by Brian Alvarado | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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