poetry

paperworld

As batten on brickstone would build a wall...

Sinew and stroke of impassioned lines
Are penned for permanence on tucked-away
Pages,
As batten on brickstone would build a wall
To withstand the creep and crush of unlived
Ages.

Wisdoms uncovered from old moments now,
Dim yet determined on umbering scrolls
Unfurled,
Are all hammers upon that same wall flung
From the dead palm of a past poet’s
Paperworld.


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