Strides Of Crush Poem by Luke J. Holt

Strides Of Crush



I am a spinning speck of stagnant rotary

chasing my own circular whimsy
as it badgers me backwards

until the dance is a doldrum
a mouth of vectors
from narrow chasm
to endless gorge
walls of russet slate
creating a neat fissure between shocking blue and fists of rock

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