Elixir

The prosaic division of thoughts
Lengthens the eloquent articulation 
Of faceless ellipsis
Until it emphasizes
The disturbing speech unit
Meant to surpass
The mute crawling 
Of a miserable creature.
I admit the oddity
And feed on it 
Like on holy bread
That takes away the sins 
And gives a ring of light.

- Mirel Brisca

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