Whist February Doth Wilt The Gerbers, Poem by Spencer James Manchester
Whist February Doth Wilt The Gerbers,
I go affixed, undeterred
carried atop hurried pitter-patter of
purposeful,
perhapsless,
promise.
Pressing into
lifeless... stillness..
Silent.
All amessed, inked
WHITE
with inhibition
screaming: don't-
… Wherefrom, for you
into my intentful hands
they break away
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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