Cut Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Quick silver interlude
Of a sound too sharp for me knots
Will cut this Gordian cut this Gordian
Bloom rising from the ashes
Feels like cutting a lock of smoke
Dying on a bit of hair
Just to foot loose on the wired walk
Little flameless dresses ticking in
Accordion sounds cut this Gordian
Cut this Gordian for a tango no touch
It gives this step cut severed transfused
Into the world pale Moon shade
Eating its little moons
In a mice labyrinth of a cheese
It's got to be quick
It's got to be silver
And it's got to be saberless
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