Freedom and Survival

Posted on by A Heathen Poet

Incandescent sometimes
sometimes iridescent
phantoms on the sleeve
of time
speak with a holy demurrer
on the off chance
we toe the line
on the other hand
inquisition
ever so harsh
the death of freedom
ever so churlish
the lust for survival
burning through love
arson like
like a bluebird’s demise
under a feline paw.

Published by A Heathen Poet

We are all the children of men, struggling to keep the madness at bay

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