Spurious

I have sealed this here fate as spurious
A name given to a poetry of non-feeling.
Its words come from the depths of marrow.
They are semantics, sounds semantically
Linked, in an under-sea of bones and  meat.

Nakedness  shall be in dreams, of a red meat
White bones, holes to the sky, wind and rain
Hissing through sooty eye-holes, a free jaw. 
Poems come from a missing lower mandible.

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