Geode Sleep Poem by Sebastian Priotese

Geode Sleep



I go off across death
like a luxulianite section
in the rib of a mountain.
Eternity falls like dew
from stone to tongue,
in spirit and bone,
sublimating into
vitriol and carpathian howls.

Thursday, January 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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