The Ten oems of Solitude VIII (Hugues C Pernath Poems)
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I abhor the shame, the shudder of the pastWhen everything was more than being and nothing else.When each moment unmoved, ...
I no longer belong but control the tremblingAblaze and senile, sleepless in the pastIn the things that have happened, the ...
I sought the extremes, both of griefAnd of a short name written on many windows.I closed the rotted shutters of ...
In the loveless landscape of my solitudeNo movement prevails that calms me, no restThat consoles or dispatches me like a ...
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