Aversion and appetite are his demands
to whom the poet plays, smote of a single, seminal hand.
Bent over an old page with a black ink confessor,
the twinge in a man and his tales are thick in fog.
Vying with one another, the poet bent down
torn words, pique that lay across the poet's path,
meandering through time.
Attention of the day gave words.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
Aversion and appetite are his demands
to whom the poet plays, smote of a single, seminal hand.
Bent over an old page with a black ink confessor,
the twinge in a man and his tales are thick in fog.
Vying with one another, the poet bent down
torn words, pique that lay across the poet's path,
meandering through time.
Attention of the day gave words.