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smallwitchbabe
Poems
Jan 2015
Mid-morning Reflections
Sir breadwinner, could I peek into the golden bag
carrying all the prayers in soda bottle caps?
I’ll be a supreme producer
selling souls at human’s main income,
a sunny afternoon with spiritual ascension.
I’ll redeem main’s lips but not their soul,
can I manufacture that plastic cross with you?
A god was born on a Saturday evening
against the sky as the holy universe exploded
into fiery stars & black dust
He wore the name tag: Ultimate Being
He sat with His ear to their frosty dimension
like an alien with a superiority complex.
Written by
smallwitchbabe
neptune, milky way
(neptune, milky way)
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