![]() 10 seconds till sunriseA Poem by Ana B.Subtle
working has this silicon veil… Clouding
Archeus’ bashful effulgence, All
of us living in our homemade jail Feeding
off the commiserations indulgence…
Throwing
digital daggers at each other With
spectacular opulence. Tears
of sulfur we gather With
words as our eternal monuments.
And
in this culture of fear How
talented is death - The
true sincerity’s emir
To
whom we’re not afraid to confess… © 2017 Ana B.Author's Note
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