Is As If Poem by Dorina Neculce

Is As If



I still could live
deep in an
unseen window
baroque sound sat
step over step
time over another time
free sclave sucking up
the clay of it's own
grave.

Thursday, October 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: archaeology
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