Solvent catechisms
dripping thru the ashes
of complacency,
like a burnt-out cosmos
weren't enough to convince
a high-ender like me
not to dance along
to the beat
of my own
sordid
drum.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Solvent catechisms
dripping thru the ashes
of complacency,
like a burnt-out cosmos
weren't enough to convince
a high-ender like me
not to dance along
to the beat
of my own
sordid
drum.
Written Saturday, May 19th, 2018 at midnight to 12:30 AM in Cawston, BC, Canada.
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