Nature’s Geisha@Deviant Art
I don’t know
The precise moment
When my wings
Were canceled
In the aura
Of a molten stalk
Like the elevated eye
Of a motionless crustacean
I remember only
The meticulous fragmentation
Of my scaffolding,
In other words
The heartless severance
Of my burgeoning faith.
My legs are useless
When unbuoyed by the salt
Of my transgressions
If only I were newly born
But the fetid womb still grips
Like a parcel of anthracite
Around my naked lenses
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