[Vial Of Medicines]


She’s gone from my berserk world,
left undefined in this
petty ritual.


Enneagrams float in a obscure crusade
to purge the harp
of cold blooded dancer’s blade.


A phantom from my past
I let die, the nectar
became origin.

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