Pronouncements, Too Wished Poem by james watkin

Pronouncements, Too Wished



Pronouncements, too wished
Out trance, but part
Poets but dabble in
The mage's art.

A trick in the mind
Not in the glass
Smokes all their futures;
A still coy mass!

Working out from no
Carnival tent.
A desert, Time's sands;
Infestive spent.

Friday, May 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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