Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Compounds


A beneficial attachment becomes the screen
Of vast emptiness and authority;
You have a half of hearts, the minuscule oven
To burn thoughts coming from blood-wounds.
The category is the category,
Waste not the creatures too mighty,
For the area accesses a metal too tight,
The computation is excessive,
A confirmation is required by the beasts.

I have some confinement, in place of returns
That forsake the learning,
Compounds are lacking in this scheme,
Compounds ask an empty folder.

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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