tv tower for a warrior poet


was a call to arms
in a den of snakes
but when ive shed enough skins
and gathered careful flowers
chasing the child around
for children make the best bouquets
of untouched perfection
and its silver and magenta
darkness and disco
salt and storm trail
my stomach starts to turn
my fingers grow electric
frightened to let go
but its already alive
im already not

 

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