Larisa Biyuts

Rookie - 1 Points [Lara Biyuts] (26 July)


To draw black glass,
to play the hubris and sublime,
to paint with chalk of words
the expanse over.
The moon over the cloud,
like a japonerie,
will strike upon night verse.
And through the broken glass,
ache overtakes.
The gambler’s time has come.
The dark imagery.
Still pillars.
Towards Zero.

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