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Like Burning Arrows

by Mark Stone

Finally the blank sheet gives way
To a burst of words
In a sun-shower light-filled and tumbling
Through the voiceless ether
Comes the first, then the second
A violent incandescence
Still more and more
An avalanche of syllables
Assault me with meanings
I did not anticipate
Hurled against a white screen
Spatters of amethyst and blood red amber
Words that stutter
Spit hurl and stick
In my skin
Like burning arrows from the void.

06/16/2020

Posted on 06/16/2020
Copyright © 2020 Mark Stone

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