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Splendor

                 Splendor Exploding outwards now, the universe Is ever an expanding tidal wave, A circle of catastrophe, a curse. It is an ever-living deathly grave For all that it gives birth to, hexing life Produced in its calamities.  It sears Its breath across...

Edgar Allan Poe was Wrong

Edgar Allan Poe was Wrong The perfect poem is about the death Of perfect beauty.  That is what glum Poe Asserts, an ivory-like release of breath From some Evangeline, a sigh like snow From some expressive woman’s breast and lips. Do you suspect he meant a young one...

Silenced Pigments

  Silenced Pigments Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The shadows on a marble sculpture mean As much or more than its undarkened white. They have a message, vivid as that seen Upon the surface of a...

The Second Great Discombobulation

The Second Great Discombobulation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Put on your robes. Ascension comes, is nigh. The final time of Judgment’s mighty power Is looming. Turn your eyes towards the sky....