Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: gaunt, paul robinson poetry, poetry, shocks and heaves, tracking the flow, verse, writing
There is, sudden to keep, a set of valves—importuned. Amorphous-caught ourselves, tracking the flow to shocks and heaves.
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Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: paul robinson poetry, poetry, text, verse, writing
For this problem the iron sword does the blocking. The cold form are only speeds: direct course can wander and shuffle.
PRobinson