by Spiros Zafiris
they effervesce
in cosmic cauldrons – to leap
with frightful legs,
these pangs of lightning
already gone
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
it must have been a rose
to send the death rattle's
zigzag bolt back
had it traveled one more instant,
through my lips, I was done for
From:
Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fri 22 Jan 2010
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2010/2011 Spiros Zafiris
Last updated September 04, 2015