on my back, staring up
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
revelation fall free
release this pretender from the ground
revelation fall free,
on this soul that has been found
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-12-02 at 20:39
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