in the night/

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

aimlessly wander
wytchwood ways
pointing bones obsidian
at apertures
anguished spillings
angled in attitudes
bent strangely
while bells toll
and pour forth
the nightsoil
of elder things
writhing
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