Solarium Poem by Zyw Zywa
Solarium
Village boys drive the harvest
princesses through Mainstreet
the eels in the source swim
answers for the lovers
who seek assurances, but we
lie on the attic mattress
and repeat what should never
end, we know it for sure
in every cell of our body:
more real we cannot feel
like no one can reason away
diseases or torture, so
let us, weightlessly heavy, sink away
together in the smell of angelica
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7/27/2025 1:39:54 PM # 1.0.0
like no one can reason away diseases or torture, so let us, weightlessly heavy, sink away together in the smell of angelica a very fine poem. thank you dear poet. tony