B: Xxxxxxxv: Grey Poem by Douglas Scotney
B: Xxxxxxxv: Grey
Viler than any of night
are the horrors
of the gloom of GREY daylight,
when you glimpse the legs and hair
as your face hits a spider's lair,
recognize who's lost and lonely,
not just hear the cries,
and wonder
why it isn't gloomy GREY we wear
when a loved one dies.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
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No.78, Spleen IV
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4/25/2024 10:21:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lost and lonely and grey an assonance linked that cannot no matter how distant, be denied.