In This Strange Genesis... Poem by DM W
In This Strange Genesis...
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In this strange genesis,
The poet is now painter.
Words become myriad colours
That dazzle the eyes.
In this strange genesis,
The silence is disturbed
By the screams of trees
And wild, blazing flowers.
In this strange genesis,
Where dreams collide,
Birth is conflated with death
And the green age turns black.
In this strange genesis,
Everything transforms
Into something else,
And is then inverted.
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