It grows | poem
poetry
It grows, absent of root
stronger than a limbless fist,
a Frankenstein, unable to be ignored
requires nothing more beyond obedience.
It only requires the instinctual, intolerance
of being unlike anything
the makers can destroy.
Before it begins
a take hold of unknown meanings
is in its grasp.
a breeze, often unnoticed
contains the essence of monster
who passes thr…
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