The Slander Artist

the turn of events precluded me and

sunlight where now?

bitter aftermornings of you and me

where this afterglory now?

Firm handshakes on glories be known

where glories when the sun don’t shine?

Glory be! It’s a morning of translucent meditation

gripping satiety.

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on September 6, 2020 at 10:39 pm Leave a Comment
Tags: glory, new, old, outside

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