905 absurd poetry 3: FELL ON THE GROUND

FELL ON THE GROUND

THE BRANCHES COULD NOT CONTAIN

THE FURY OF LONE,

SO RARELY FOUND

AMONG THE BIRDS,
THAT SELDOM FLY together,

and yet leave

scars of their

seduction

on the back of the saint

lost for so long

in his deep

meditation

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