Deathpoem by Shinsui – 1769
Sevenling (she’s all soul)
she’s all soul, sound, and sea churn,
a transcendent conscience reborn,
a graceful slowing of tempo
new world fire leaves old world ashes
her rubied mouth spills leitmotifs of
letdowns, loneliness, languishing pulse.
Can she hear my voice added to her song?
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Inspired by Ron’s recent take on the Sevenling form.
