on my back, staring up
From the groundthe 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
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-05-19 at 07:40
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