by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Feeling our way
snakelike strange
anciently displaced
like octopi eyes
visualizing
veils in black inky
sea streams
in stirring melodies
tormented horribly
jarring disharmony
heaving chests
funereal processions
heavily scented
hypnotic monotony slogging
in perpetual camouflage wanderlessly anchored
by the architectonic bonds
of cosmological vagabonds...
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