Monday, 6 September 2021

 


 CONSCIOUSNESS ATILLA JOSZEF STYLE


Armorous abstraction



I felt the cosmic

order gleam-the leaves like

tiny butterflies.



Build a bonfire,

 a super-duper one 

to warm everyone.



No arrows, stones

or guns just a sigh of beauty-

a train whistle blows.
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