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narcissus

Posted to Action Poetry




poet....long!
spurn not the agitation
of the bleeding briar's thorn;
from attainment
silence is born,
winning the game is not comprised
by rules of finitude,
she with the most wounds
gains the purple honor,
passion battered, bullet-torn
no dirge for love,
it reigns in kingdoms far removed
from paper-ink professions