The Wine-Dark Sea (Iii) Poem by Mathias Svalina

The Wine-Dark Sea (Iii)



Make a noise
& there is no
predicting

what some fingers char
to war poem
or worship.

Is this a landscape yet?
or only lyric
lingering?
Surprise chains
like drying
skin.

Make a noise.
Don't worry.
It stays forever.

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Mathias Svalina

Mathias Svalina

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