The Starry Veil

How a face

Of ridicule

Morphs

To its own

Ill timed horizon,

 

Drummed out

In droves,

A wave licking

Itself back,

Curtained

Eyes

Knowing

The

Cessation of

A quick-witted line,

The clapping

Drowning out

Spark plug feelings

Strung to

Lifting quandaries

Rousing a starry veil…

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