DUSTY HOPE
To write, to rhyme, to play up against language, be driven to push the envy lope with unctions of secret sorrows, rushing loose like a flaming noose. Poetry free to enlist in the sublime, however choke full of tenderness that chafes against the divine, indicative of its climb.
All Text + My Drawings ⓒ Dusty Hope, unless otherwise specified.
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