what a bitter wine when midnight rolls by and metal dives and tides leak till sometime when blitzed by blackness, out. the chordal array hammers pleaded prayers; baby please, baby, no one compares and I'll die yeah, grieving in tunnel glow, traveling up pipe-organ notes, a burial ghost accompanying those purgatory froze. down halls, careless and airborne. mourning lily white, worn. memory echoes evermore.
This is melancholy, elegant, brittle. First stanza is a great opener. Very smooth. Compact but effective.
A really awesome name for a poem. The name cuaght my eye. I knew it would be a great poem after I read it.
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