Benjamin Frome (poem)

Poetry

Straight, strong back,
Heavy slant nonetheless.
Imperceptibly askew,
Radiating perfection.

Haunted but bright,
Inner burning stays hidden.
Collapse in itself,
Bursting galaxies of stars.

Harpsichord strings,
Gravitational pull.
Captivating hypnosis,
Giddying thrill.

Repulsion throws backwards,
Dizzy from the shock.
Revolted visage turned toward me,
Crippled by an elm.

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