The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Bloody Lunar Sonnet

Accompanying music.

Bloody eye o’ Zero, were

I as steadfast as thou aren’t

in your purple milky blur,

my unbeatable broken heart,

sickle cutting through the leaves,

cut through by our shadows, yet

that don’t mold your curdled cheese—

not a clot: your veins stay fed.

I arrived each hour last night

—or this morn—so that I might

see you flush, but you were pale white.

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