imprisoned
in irons
of ivory’s irony
inconsolable
impenetrable
in spite of ourselves
a splintered perfection
o, splendorous winter
let us seep into the silent spring
to sing assuagence
and sate the urgent seas
with tempest
imprisoned
in irons
of ivory’s irony
inconsolable
impenetrable
in spite of ourselves
a splintered perfection
o, splendorous winter
let us seep into the silent spring
to sing assuagence
and sate the urgent seas
with tempest