Calice
Poetry
Madiown archive

Whirlwinded.

Why is the scarewhy is the fear from your ownCustoms are so long goneSymbolsWhat we use to breakthroughSilencesWhat we cure improvisation to

Hidden in some mercurial silhouettes Uranus came in and saidColliding to eternityUncursing what was homedAnd yet Lone

Shells of the galaxical verseHegemony withinEmpirical wishesSolemnly beat to its rhythmSanctus liberties broken intoAnd unarrested bunbury

StillThe winds rain downRenaissance of the long goneChoking what has been scandalous

Whirlwind

A simple complexity of a whirlwinded truth.