What led to this obsession that’s engulfed the cosmos, afire?
Flaming snake, feathers of war, flags held high, unfathomable,
Sunny Saturday afternoon going for a stroll thru suburbia,
A cataclysmic desire
Hell is marching like a herd of mini politicians, heaven pours down, forth a trumpet heralds doom – they said you’re insane –
Just walking, I say to the ground, cap down, unseeing, unlooking, trying to unweave the very land, but everything, it’s just yours now,
I’m already insane, anyway, I don’t care for gossip, I am shielded by the angels, I am a good girl, I think, tho demons press, they’re blinked away,
One after another, where my heart lands, and angels press on demons, who writhe, in many formations, too far gone, I and the angels carry on,
Thru the crowd.
When I got home I sent a text to my brother, hoping you’d see it, I edited out the entire cosmos, except us.
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