Muesser Yeniay


The Meander

line gaps empty, words picking their syllables
in louse palace set a table, doors waitress
night flows like an ink over day
day, falling like a femme over night
roses shaking of their soil, crying
moments are life auditor setting
clocks to death. my heart still beating
heartily, what is that under your coat
beside coincidence and hymns

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