LOG 149
By Godric
Photo by Tommy Coyote
Published Issue 093, September 2021
Water behind the curtain?
No curse or bone
Conquers loving myself.
It is gift,
ever asking, give
Warmth or furnace
Eyes spelled earnest
To walk this ravenous harbor
Finger wrestling,
Shadow stepping.
Mind their reach,
Wrap many in silk
Arm your heart ready
Much will rip!
Toil though,
nurture.
Virtue is here
Those who tit trauma
Bare twisted ears.
Real?
mhm
Still,
Be you
And try to.
Peace ain’t set to sleep
Happy or sad remain legal
Nature is just.
Thereby do not be marred,
Molten nor barred!
Ain’t sho what’s near
But I know Who not far.
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