heavy
soiled
and when spread, examined--
bugs
fall out
onto
the
ground
and s c a t t e r
with much guilt in their antennae
a cape, made of words
(bugs)
and only a fool
would attempt flight with them.
it was a long drop,
full of blood
and enlightenment.
NB @ 10:30 AM
2 Comments:
now there's something you don't hear every day- "blood" and "enlightenment" together.
i'm not sure about this one...
Who are we to say how one will get to enlightenment.
I like it.
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