Greg McVerry

text of nearly every day
rips hidden webs tucked away.
Dusks of 
  forgotten days
gossamermore of
 rotted fur
blurs 
curses in twisted verses
  as strands,
 trapped in hair and
   hands
 chase an architect
leaf on balanced strands.
  Relentless artist
  stuck this morning

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