GRIEF Poem: COOPER crystalline, by White Vance

How many times? A void so vast it corrodes and lasts…
Just a drop of sticky sugar syrup, calcifying as it casts
Pluck out the crystalline exclamations from the back, where spirit transplants
Can’t seep out… Slow flute of defeat, its melody enchants
From eardrums, pupils, brown tendrils, fossils form where wound grants
To copper-plate time, endless things must be placed in trance…
Dullness, jest

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