Wing It

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Peace page…

Deep age…

Leap rage…

Demarcation fencing…

Swords swinging,

missing marks by inches…

Sticking hearts, so senseless.

Spiral swine tales blaring from megaphones

touched by meat market lips…

Fish is also meat…

where rivers meet lakes

and lady legs meet waist…

Triangular private space…

Most stable stance state O-sensei states…

Meant to say where rivers meet seas.

New body of water still moving, yet ceased

to be known as the trail it traverses to reunion.

Baptismal baths, holy water, communion…

My water is my wine…

My structure is divine…

yet undefined by man’s malleable standards.

Waters break and love’s labor ensues.

The pen is brush stroking the canvas…

at the behest of a muse.

Creation art…

Relations spark…

These ancient parts still do their part.

Despite defamation they’re divine affirmations

of the structure aforementioned.

Find Phi…

Ninth eye…

Time flies…

fastened to feather filled fabric…

covered by cases and shams…

circular reasoning and square caged man plans…

From cave to grave…

Crazed…

craves treasures in crypts engraved by the enslaved

Collected… What’s next? Not sure… so enraged…

hence the burning of the unreadable page,

or the clamoring for the end of all days…

Roaring rapids now to tidal escapades and charades…

Yet the depths are the depths, and the heights warrant flight.

In the land where wings are outlawed….

we are winged Knights.

Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion

 

 

 

 

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