‘7’ is the new ‘8’


Blanked modality
of uneven triads
The fiction of
fine ego plunges on.
Abusing the
finer pursuit of
Denying the need
to fathom free.

the veil that
praises the fallen
Blindly staring at
patched rising mockery,
Pulling up the
jurisprudence of
fevered eyes.

As the sun sets
on easter domes,
the pictures
of merry plastered
tribunes glows.
Of a fine linen
bears obsolesce;
‘the idea of a
vain world in
a squared sphere’

The enigma of
the lost,
balances the
Moving into
little matted vein,
7 became the new 8
while we rode to

Author: I- read

This is a free blog aimed at watering poetic minds and quenching the thirst of readers. My passion for words commemorates the desires to speak the truth, interplay with emotions and voice the fights in troubled souls. Welcome to i-read..

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