Loosing The Chimaera


Shall I dizzy among the
petulant barbs
hastened by flours
a corseted pearl

That I may dream
to feint shadows
Loosing The Chimaera
in pallid breath

Stammering between lamps

Shall I stay whose dismal rapture
with Solitude

Or amid the foraged hours wane
singeing lachrymose gods

That I may Live
to darn shadows
plaiting their desolate brume
uncloven by Time.

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