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Greg McVerry

what a poem

can't decide
meaning of
rot, still
letting light in.
Giving permission
fissures of reality
slip in
on lucifern
YES! A Poem
in there somewhere
meteor still frozen
  maybe it creeps in
metaphor seeps in
creaks and cracks bending
floor boards
to coldly lit realities
collected and discarded
out the door.


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