by Ivan Genc
I am a dark tower, I am a forest sword
Becoming a rigid man, grounded to the meridian
Existing in unknowing what is made without need
I fear near everything that I can't keep
You are a landslide, you are a pair of horns
Shifting earth to raise a shrine of surrender
With conviction of leaving a past hurt
I take your hand and leave at your word
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Ivan Genc is a poet from Croatia. I think he came in a little while ago. Have you met him? Maybe you saw him earlier around lunch? I don't know where he disappeared off to. Let me give him a call. Yeah, he's not answering his phone. He's gone.
[GO HOME.]