Poem -
LOST AS ANGELS LAND
666
Tripping, tangled tormented tricksters
imagination ,desperation
falling as autumns precious haul
those unwilling given
diamond rains
waterfall cascading internal words
Bone-in dancing shatter
spills across a frozen forsaken skin
grey charcoal stances
ring from the fainted voiceless smile
her chosen heart beats with an iron crowd
he dresses in a Turin shroud
face reported face distorted
judged in the created vow
6 times a circle Drawn
6 times the burning pageless book
6 times a bird will fly from
crafted plan to a visited shrine
She wanders on stilted sound
wonders bleed as eyes receive
death is pretending
death the clown
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