Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]
Tag: Rhetoric
Poem : Poles and Zeros
Infinite miseries and finite redemptions, they unfold through poles and zero of my cognitive cartograph.
