dominic - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Emptiness


I do not ever wound elusory hunger
always admires rose ruddy forgotten as flame on
ill cry
encounters between the emptiness and the fear of hunger cross ruddy
the past still burns
irretrievably broken city kills foreign redemption!
the end of illusion and emptiness spit the appalling carnage on the face
ruddy hand with fear of fighting a new house
lies helpless dog
NIP absolutely lost to the abyss of a rose
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