
Ineffable Might, Poem 88
Poetic Prelude: [Ineffable Might] {88} 1! I have to get through tonight. Through mid-tredarious forward assaults on the best of my iron vest incites. My failure of amorous insight I like best, The hole in the hollow, the pump that replaced the very black heart you stole from my mostly tumultuous chest. Mm-hmhm. The pretend of a sigh, I know not the reason the rest of us feast while beyond citadel gates the rest of them die. You have no idea how I try, when each time, each slight, each break of a promise of long life to come presides … Continue reading Ineffable Might, Poem 88