Thorns & Faces

The thing I love
Has thorns and faces
Endless appetite, matched by patience
Endless hearts, though the beat is off
And ellipses in Origin of Species.

Nets don’t keep it
Poison fails –
Feeds the thriving limbs, scales,
The glimpse of a grin that outgrew mirth
And its joke at eternity’s expense.

Published by Marushka

I dream curiosity and write words that change brains.

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