stream of consciousness beholds time's poesis, wind and rain tricklings, a daze of sun and arctic vision of inspired tongues, the will o wisp so long unspoken when art can be named poetry chartered into cornered visions, the aesthetic of an ever fickle soliloquy...
a free space for poetic illumination. For submissions please contact contribute@undergrowth.org


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