Caveat: Poem #597 “An unnourishable soul” 2018-03-20, 05:37 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction ㅁ And I awoke: the air was viscous dust, athwart my jaw reclined some ghosts who had a blurry taste, frustration edible. – a tercet in blank verse (iambic pentameter) Previous PostCaveat: Non lo sbagli più Next PostCaveat: segmentation issues