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Requiem assigned
virgin, penitent minds
shackled to words
with rimming pictures
that shutter the lens
storybook clutter
now dead men talk
their calcified bones
dance on the canvas
suborned to copy
pairing adolescent angst
to itinerant shills
their indelible souls now
entomed in fine print
as contemporary shadows
in languid apathy
hover o'er their wake
Some great lines there.
"shackled to words." How many times have we felt that?
"as contemporary shadows / in languid apathy / hover o'er their wake." Let that run around your brain for imagery.
Thank you so much for your start to my day.
Best wishes.
M.
You're welcome Manichean. Top of the morning to you wherever you might be residing today.