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[ontic_evil]

What language this; pale hieroglyph
wherein its pith belies the rift
‘tween fall and lift, from root to drift.

Askance its i’s impersonal
collusion high, interlopable,
fastidious, bereft of fixedness
twisted mix ridiculous.

Everything synecdoche;
nothing what it is.

Comments

[soulview]

nothing what it is

indeed

wonderful writing

[ontic_evil]

thank you so much.

[roseross]

Hi! Just read a poem you shared in another chat group. Wanted to invite you to join us at Heretic Christians. Think you might enjoy the discussions and I'm sure a positive and healthy thought such as the poem expressed would not get villified there. You'd be welcome if you're interested. :-)