HypostasisA Poem by Onoma
the sun squares off the tiles of northern
European roofing--with the bucking prims of tucked shadows. the shred-throat jellied gurgles of starlings, rehashing into piercing tweets throughout the whitening gold of dusk. the central tutelage of a silence, outlined by sounds of inbreaking traffic.
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Added on April 6, 2024 Last Updated on April 6, 2024 Author
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