Sculpture by Aleksandr Rodchenko
For tyranny upon a tyrannical disposition compounds the heart aspiring to nuclearly implode every other.
Poisoned by pumping of the same ten thousand words–
Blood the next finite resource–
Name me!
A leap ex nihilo
to orbital new
Zero at once filled with salvific love.
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©2017, Amaya Engleking
Written for Grace’s quadrille prompt over at dVerse: a 44-word poem with the word “leap.”
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