SHEAR
Shear Hades, shaved close
To the bone, caging
The remaining shard
Heart Whole Sexed
A Curdling lament
The out-cry
Heralded ahead,
Once on high
Him fall
Him the liar
Upon the wind born
On the rolling white
Washed up sure of him sense
Able as none can afford
Human failings as cause
Him hating
Really there is no lie
With-holding
Truth
Him hating
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many, many /-woahs* for all of yr poetry....
ReplyDeletestars and dusty teardrops and high up rolling thunder clouds feelings.......
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do u think peepul r just fraidycats of god?!