Friday, September 11, 2015

Incense

Missing some lines of faith
Any gifts of silent prophecy
Loving thoughts of parity
Those means of preparation
that come with hunger and
come with youth.

Stay informed of the love
and incarceration
of delayed support
and insincere requests answered.

Dreams wild gather
They light up together
And incense flows
into nostrils of pain
and flowers of afterthought
die in the dirt.

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