I paced between thoughts-
souls’ grimacing images
congesting entrance of words,
exclamations, sobs,
and prophecies…
declaring the end
ambiguity test
once allowed
the silver lining…
a lament of fallen dreams
arrived not fully completed,
assembled with solid brass,
holders inward
under a cloud of Light
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Allergies, an antipathy, pollen,
fur or dust...
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