Familiar stranger you
your indifference to my fallen arrows
on a shield of recognition
Is it time’s abjection?
Or am I fool again to venture
such courage
displaced
on his arm the artwork accessorized
Purveyor, has he made such inroads
to your heart
upon such holzwege my weary self
expired?
Would another time and space
grant me a lightening within these depths
if I had not another clearing sought
upon my own arm
here
This is she.
- Andreas La Coeur
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