Bring me the pillars of creation
In lived crimson motion.
This unsettling debt of gratitude
Constricts me to the cotton on
The curved steel; Black circles
Have expanded to join the murky
Stillness that lingers like a
Warm cerebral embrace.
We are all still holy in the dark, so
I am not afraid to dim the lights to
Be a candle in the thunderstorm
Tonight. The jovial conduct in my
Atmosphere has me breathing so
Much infectious air I'm starting to
Mistrust my notional axioms and
Feel inclined to lean crooked in the
Shadows once more.......
©an_odd_who
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