Shards of naked eloquence, permanent acquaintance in a glance, an isosceles triangle constructed by chance as when the world falls together 5 on the disheveled bed. Shapes of light and greatness confound the eye to quietness and all the rest as well, unless, confessing naked eloquence 10 and stretched to a howl I stand with my back to the midnight clocks and drop my cock to the caustic waters, 15 my soul to spawn.
From the collection "The Soft Assault"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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