Ravenous
Sami Robinson
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Sharp to the butcher,
Dull to the lecturer Fallen intellectual cherub Is I. The wise man crawls into my skin Makes himself a home- A creature of moral habits encompassing a voyage. Forage a thought of great comfort, dwell upon the complex. A savior under the glass pasture Among mere rainbow ends. Clouded memory in textile of gold Blankets the fallen, Shatters the wings of the bold. Bountiful masterpieces are told by the unknown Frail pieces dismember the heart and bestfriend the soul As the wise man prolongs his welcome The ruinous cherub consumes all: A butterfly will never fly again When its delicate wings have been graced by the touch of ravenous hands. |
Remy Frey | Virtuous Patience |
Scratchboard and Ink
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