Tuesday, February 27, 2024

the trapped bug

I pitch woo thick 
and black as fresh 
amber caught by 
volcanic ash 
in volcanic blast 

as if of ages 
ago, never 

meaning to 

never knowing 
to whom 

for I'll be long 
dead and gone by the time the trapped bug 
can speak to you

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