Aeon-Old Poem by Manuel Eskariz Burkowski

Aeon-Old



One bossy suite,
a pale white grin
is all it takes to be within

just deal your cards
let no one see
the chilly breed
of lonely hearts

so struggle on
you, human bee
its aeon-old depravity

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