"NOTHING IS SACRED (Anagrammed Lines)
Nothing is sacred:
the gods in cairns,
and gnostic heirs;
once-hiding stars
and echoing stirs....
Nights, scored in a
sigh constrained."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"ordered days, disordered skies"
stark cove · to a cold start
unequal orts · answer the yellow light
breaking brambles · where the brumous neumes
dissolve into zygote ash · zeroing out
& wrixled woirds · row upon row
accumulate calmly · in the starting cold
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