chester maynes

between the eye and the paper
hovers a space of nonentity.

hands anesthetize
for newfangled poetry.

stint of motionless body
like a trance deeper than me.

no randomness, no spontaneity—

letters, bleak to find words.
collapsing in barren savannah.

all thoughts in hollowness,


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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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  1. glaycel03 says:

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