I have no voice. I know enough to die
an object of knowledge and an acquaintance, an eerie screeching
kidney, a staple at dawn to fly.
I know that to say a violent night
dev 'to be infinite, to say
blackest of pain,
purest of gems, the more senseless.
an object of knowledge and an acquaintance, an eerie screeching
kidney, a staple at dawn to fly.
I know that to say a violent night
dev 'to be infinite, to say
blackest of pain,
purest of gems, the more senseless.
Paul Birolini
'me from growing'
Poems 1981 - 1986
'me from growing'
Poems 1981 - 1986
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