In harmony
Locked down in my own private misery as birds sang in jolly, Earth swallow me, life is unbearable for shame and pain engulf me, Maybe death is where my treasure is buried. Or may the Gods send an Oracle to ease the burden perhaps I shall be among the singing birds. And may the Oracle remove the scabs and clean the itching pus, And the pain I shall bear may equate gold, And may the heavenly sent Confine all my solitude too. For we may spread more joy and our DNA shall ne'er accommodate the faults the Oracle fixed.
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You may see the world thru my words. You may see yourself thru my words. But mostly you may assume my poetry is about me. If a line kicks off the edge, imagine what a poem would do.
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