warm
my
heart,
oh furnace bright
so that i may tear the world
a s u n d e r
for the love of
l g t i g
i h n n
shall melt the heart of
sto
ne
while the w-a-n-d-e-r-i-ng
e
y
e
lies upon an altar of
[blindness]
fire |and| water
shall
ma<------->te
progeny of
r
e
d
and
e
u
l
b
particles flaying about
fixed in place by
=ti.Me=
flying swords sheathed and
r
u
s
t
i
n
g
within scabbards of
\ c / l \ a / y \
!F!R!E!E!
ti > ME
u
b s a d
a t r
|......................
|.................
|....................
|...........
|...........................
|.................
|........
|...
[.]
nevermind.
Scattered
5 months ago

3 of them wept:
b*!e*!a*!u*!t*!i*!f*!u*!l*!
to say the least..
such argument with form :)
i was awash with a stint of free form way back when. refreshing to com across one again :)
Cummings, do you love him?
Interesting layout.. causes more attraction towards the poem :)
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