October light filters through the south west, a window
revolutionary refraction in the sunset empire
white face of the closing doors now with a rainbow aquiver...
green crescents the saffron sacred as borders turn red to yellow
emperor flutters the edges, and with cool grit marketing its faded union
jacks the margin on the blank sheets, marking the pages
An unread history waiting to be written.
Light reading in the Light of History
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
