taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
The Swan
We are
evenly
matched,
sky, sea, gray-est cloud;
all your colors
uncover
me.
Silence, the shade
of
lust
surrounds us,
destroys us
.
The swan, deceived
by geography swims
to a
furthest point,
drowns gracefully-
all its
silvered
feathers
screaming.
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