Wednesday, June 22, 2022

A Locale Dubbed The Spot


A pointed location of launch and departure:

a stone left less than cold upon an inscription—

an ancient set of phrases carved with tools,

instruments, and frantic fingernails;

thus to discover expired subscriptions,

brittle periodicals, and obsolete urns.

Submissions, applications, reversions, and such.

A lone hope obtains at this agreed upon juncture:

the sure and eventual imposition of the will

of sir remission.

-Charles A. Perrone.

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