'All splintering after the spirits'
So entrancing on the vapors
We poke angry whorls at the clouds
Words! The lust keeps growing
So desirous against the earth
You poke dazzling signs within the mist
We Reach! The Fool felt good for
All splintering after the spirits
You hid glowing snares beside the virgin
Atone! The insanity is gone
Translucent, intangible,
where the light comes from
a phone ringing somewhere
In whose heart
the traveler
grows old
not knowing why.
Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(copyright: 14Aug09 -ARR)
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