A roan shelter
Shields the soul
From your dark
Tapestries
Unknown valances
Conceal you from
The wisdom of an
Outside world
The place, which your
faith has abandoned,
Boards a people no
different than yourself,
Yet, their opinions,
spark the opposite beliefs,
When it comes time for
decision
Altered flesh—a window
seared—
Ragged from the
flagrancies observed—
Flavor your
vagrancies, with a scorching scent
Exhumed is the cancerous
wind—
Where
strange diction looms and a spewing of the noxious fumes
That
eventually, even the most resisting, will one day grow immune to it's many "charms."
the first two stanzas make me think about how what sometimes shields and protects us can also the thing that hurts us....
ReplyDeleteThe senses sure tingle today at your bay. Great imagery one display for your night time say.
ReplyDeleteI find connection with that 3rd stroph. One does think that others are not that different, but nonetheless, just not exactly on the same page ever.
ReplyDeleteNight thoughts often wander where they will.... "The place, which your faith has abandoned" -- I hope it will be found once again!
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