branches twisting upwards
stabbing holes in the sky
gnarled knives of fire carving darkness
into shards of shadow
Tying Knots, Untying Knots
15 years ago
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- "Every society you build will have its fringes, and on the fringes of every society, heroic and restless vagabonds will wander, with their wild and virgin thoughts, only able to live by preparing ever new and terrible outbreaks of rebellion!"-renzo novatore
Captures the feeling of pain and consequently seeing everything as an expression of said pain.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem