Broken from the tunnel -
vision to copulation.
Broken from sleepwalking
Down the spiral;
To the depths of me I
Broke to discover.
I need a new cocktail of air
And space to think.
Away from this carnival of
Mirrors, my reflection is lack-
Luster.
On a tiny city block begot something
Different. On a tiny city block I can't
Unsee. Through this weary and sordid
entanglement of connected manifestions;
Humbly always searching for the
Messianic writing on the wall.
I know what it means to see an angel;
Teardrops as a soul bleaches to white light...
©hobbez
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