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your lips sewn together
your jaws hollow as a cell
you carried on
living within
the equivocal procrastination
of being curiously still alive
as a queer seer
having grabbed some cut-off hands
started reading open palms
deciphering in them
all the eerie lines or scars
where he could see
the weird
pattern of life and death
he was like a sexless mummy
resurrected from the grave
a castrated Lazarus
being just bit weary
made of ashes simple shadow
weird skeleton
distributing decaying flesh
Ivan de Monbrison is a poet and artist born in France in 1969. Ivan de Monbrison believes that poetry is the only true mystical form of expression in today’s world. He hates technology, cars and all that drives us away from the natural world. He has published a few books in French and in English in the past. He writes because it gives him a reason to carry on living, despite all the disasters we witness in the world every day.
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