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24. Marco Nuzzo - Verbose

You’re the verbose shard of a tale with no vent for words, The cost, the empty bag of leaflets, creased in stacks unheard. Piled in heaps and reams, you waver—burn or keep the mess, A suspended chaos lingers, in the clutter’s mute distress. Drops grind the earth to dust, and earth burns sacrilege in gold, Blazing twigs in pyres, where chimneys’ ashes cold unfold. A divorce from heavens, carved by stellar parvenu’s glow! Cosmic as the abyss, stalled where highways cease to flow! A sum of glory and soap, soaked in beer and chrism’s stain, Cadenced steps to the glade, beneath the hovel’s wretched reign! In the infected lair of chalices and Grails, you mourn, The war remains, the word you are, in torment’s page reborn! Time of severed skies, in grams of ash and coal’s decay, A toll paid at the gate, where time’s bias frays away. The order of the blaze, the dog-day heat, the bier of man, You bear the tears, the cellar’s weight, in strata deeper than. Vehement pages scrawled beneath a leaflet’s fleeting cry, In a brush of tortured plumes, you’re the word, the all, the why. A divorce from heavens, carved by stellar parvenu’s glow! Cosmic as the abyss, stalled where highways cease to flow! A sum of glory and soap, soaked in beer and chrism’s stain, Cadenced steps to the glade, beneath the hovel’s wretched reign! In the infected lair of chalices and Grails, you mourn, The war remains, the word you are, in torment’s page reborn! In the thicket you call all, where calices rot and fall, The bier, the heat, the scrawled lament, in the abyss’s thrall. No rest but war, no word but you, in the Grails’ defiled domain, Tattered plumes and ash endure, where only ruins reign.