Donald Traxler's Poetry
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Piercing the Veil
With little jabs of my pen,
I pierce the veil of illusion.
I could be killed for that.
ᎤᏍᏗ jᎠᏇᏗ ᎠᏆ ᏗᎪᏪᎶᏗ ᎬᏙᏗ,
ᎠᏯ ᎠᏔᎴᏍᏓᏎ ᎠᏯᏙᎳᏛᏗᏁ ᎠᎪᏩᏛᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ.
ᎠᏯ ᏰᎵᏊᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏓᎯᏍᏗᏔ Ꮎ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
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