what a poem can't decide meaning of Apron, rot, still letting light in. Giving permission fissures of reality slip in on lucifern YES! A Poem in there
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what a poem can't decide meaning of Apron, rot, still letting light in. Giving permission fissures of reality slip in on lucifern YES! A Poem in there somewhere meteor still frozen but maybe it creeps in metaphor seeps in creaks and cracks bending floor boards to coldly lit realities collected and discarded out the door. #smallpoems #clmooc
Greg McVerry