Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


wordless poem

Each line speaks in ever-present tense, past 

shadows whispering still, amidst perpetual 

foresight. Memories commence for a stanza 

or two, if you are prepared to listen.

 

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis


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