The Interlude

I recollect more than I can say:

 

I am enveloped day-to-day .By resent /unkept letters ,pushed-passed pain,

hearts left broken ,clouds that can”t precipitate,old in vain unable to reintegrate ,

minds encased by the self-proclaimed slaves,

fists raised in rage by demons untamed .

 

an Acrylic converse with the Earth-

Bending ,ascending, rather-be Pagan ageless-

Than another sheep living between:

being labeled and being nameless.

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