Posted in Poetry

Amorphous, Encompass, Barbarous

She walks into the gray maze

Of endless corners serpentine

In the prosperousness of the haze

Under a moonbeam travertine

Beguiling her into remote hopes

Cycle and epicycle, amaranthine.

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