Decimal Cereus
Never I saw such big oh so accepted,
I never, wordless ounce, once bereft recall.
Yet I store illusion, how the freer frees;
thoughtfully I watch away until more
dark weathers.
Anthers daydreamt speeding never, not I,
rods precedent beneath the radius.
Not islands successive, not one golden instead,
certain solitaire that yaws, I am, I yarn:
ceremonials, as though
limbs, overlapped from flicking, gusting up
purely littered.
| Joe Milazzo |
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