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Mar 2019
Paint a picture even if it's boring
You are accompanied by angels
Radiant salvation agitated in the heat
We beat the drum tonight
Let gods speak and humans quiver
The soul nears it's inevitable fatigue
Remedies and lies demand a sacrifice
I rest in embraces too complicated to utter
Hundreds of wings upon the watershed
And the beauty of it's passion
Is that never again shall we fly like this
I rise to the occasion of another Lover
Hunger for bodies that only meet in chaos
We demonstrate the allegorical
Lost hours remind us of our mortality gone by
Sign language utters nothing but signals all
Lost in between our dichotomous stories
We take liberties and pursue only intransigent categories
What a trajectory of tragedy and unheeded warnings
Inevitably I let her overtake me
Her eyes are a smooth internment
Her lips are a velvet curtain
Sheets of rain like fabric drape around her
Marble hands and ******* set against the stars
It's time to rest so you sit back and breathe
And allow daylight to seep from your eye sockets
We dream of towns in Greece where children sing
And wander freely through wanton streets
We drift between reality and fantasy
Faster than you can say uncle
It punches me in that place of hollow sorrow
These burning places scorched and sacred like swollen feet
We fell asleep in the grove and removed old stones
To take home a part of the earth with us
We journey against the wind as compassion is a vision
Gone are those memories yet again we ascended
Dense like leaves of comfrey boiled in water
You can no longer control the insurgent flutters of your stomach
As we dance our souls descend back into our bodies
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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       julie, SassyJ and ---
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