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Click hereBeyond the hour of darkness,
entering into eyes brimming
with artistic wonder, mind recalls
sterile eyes floating in backward lenses.
A piece of scrimshaw,
its segments, marred by time;
displays its penetrated scars
carved from a great white shark.
The slenderest thread
holds its form silently in
lullaby waves,
waiting for insight of
will to reveal
its silver earthen beauty.
Thus the artist
with a masters touch
could burnish the tracks
left by tears of trust
eclipsing my indigo ways;
who fancied an eagle of prey.
are artists in their own guild, but carvers they are not, TK U MLJ LV NV
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Most excellent; turning naked paper into stylized scrimshaw under your pen.
Most excellent; turning naked paper into stylized scrimshaw under your pen.
this really is a lovely poem
slenderest?
maybe consider the most slender
also a possessive mistake (I cannot remember where) but it should be 's