Twelve followers form the bright scion’s circle. Whose tiara—scythe—shines? ––– [John 8:12]
By Carminumabout a year ago in Poets
Left lean means—allowed a re(a)d handful—crowd meanings, chimes, in minute lines. ——— [‘Minute’: “marked by close attention to details”; ‘chime’: “the rhythm, ‘music’, or ‘ring’ of verse; fig. accord.”]
Rapids mock gusts; tongues, pervious, spit sparks. Black spreads, steals—and stays hidden.
From untold fathoms, the flow of thought, shape-shifting, births lucid fancies. — Flesh, like bone, is hard; a mountain and a pebble