Interlude .18

I recollect more than I can say:


I am enveloped by resent & kept letters .Posted push-passed pain,

heart left broken,mind left to say less than spoken.

The cold & grey ,old in vain ,unable to reintegrate.

Their minds encased as 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 & being nameless.