by Parrish Lantern
(Canterbury, England)
Despair is the blood's slowing
in the heart's beat. That familiar
Jingle turned to a cracked bell
Despair is the eyes light
a cataract of shades & hollows
an obscurity obscene by it's willing.
Despair is the hand closing
the gesture a portcullis
the lock a closed heart.
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