A is for Angel
the night was once black
under the crisp understandings of Silence
and Moon
and
Cracks in the
shadows appeared
and
reappeared
touching upon demons soul searched
and found
making love in a cemetery of experience
a mass decay of righteousness
bound
by what keeps us afraid as children
where covers and kisses are good enough and shields
innocence and naivete
are
running in
Fields
of ignorance without permeance of
Self
or
self.
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