To Glue Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
To Glue
dead silence is able to surprise
something anxieties?
so easily chilled and suddenly
you felt as the ice cube yourself
the helplessness isn't supporting logic
you are judging unevenly
become the sub-machine
gun you will be thrawing away from yourself
only ready words written already
in additionally greased italics
do it and to own glue
undershirt you have closest
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8/29/2026 3:40:52 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Interesting poem, aesthetic. It very well read..I like it.