On a cold clear morning,
by the artist’s drawing pad,
lines fall skew.
Folds, stroke fine –
opening gold,
rusts last.
"Rough Lines" | an abstract poem
Sci-fi horror on a Pacific island breaks out in:
On a cold clear morning,
by the artist’s drawing pad,
lines fall skew.
Folds, stroke fine –
opening gold,
rusts last.
