poems of Frigidity: Marble Eyes
Marble Eyes Serenity entered the brothel of Vainglory. Wisdom went preaching to a needy crowd. Exuberance shaved bald for a leader. The sanctuary’s tumbling down. A fist could clang on the floral door But the sages will allow in no more. The temple rings with the errors of outside. The reeks of... Sign in to see full entry.