Ars Poetica
The stony thought that will not
thunk the dark deep,
the windowless well;
clacking–clack, rapping
rough rock wall,
catching the jutting jagged
edges, ending the fall
toward the mirrored eye
of the mind.
Brice Bitter
The stony thought that will not
thunk the dark deep,
the windowless well;
clacking–clack, rapping
rough rock wall,
catching the jutting jagged
edges, ending the fall
toward the mirrored eye
of the mind.
Brice Bitter
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