Revellian Poetry: Layers
Grinding into it’s surface
many layers peeled
incising into it’s flesh enwrapper
plucking from it all outcroppings
planing flat all protrusions
Endlessly I erode it’s cortex
with knotted hands of ice
I shave close
of all hair
I shave bare
into its’ deepest trench
its’ final layer
slicing the core
only to find the ugly face
of another layer
suffocating in its’ sheathed linings
deeply engrafted into its’ membranes
its’ densities endless
its’ dimensions fantastic. . .
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