Ron Koppelberger
By Blood and Daisies
Mysteries in soils of spider shorn conclave,
By intimate performances in sharp edged row,
The act and the cure for ethereal ascent, a turn
Of trying shadow gone finished in quiet serenities
And silent seas of drama, whispering with the
Phantasms of sleepy delusion and dreaming elusive
Pain, the arranged spray of birth blossom born by blood
And daises.
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