feather and wax
swerve away from that star
give fragility its due
just avoid the companionship
that kind, anyway
something is out there
radiance unseen
cloaked, but lingering
out of the blackness
into your light
just stay watchful of your wings
poems
I Hope They Don’t Remember My Name
No interest in all of this
A view cluttered with the unwelcome pandering of the horde
Specters and ghosts manifesting and rising from underneath the falsehoods of the embraced
A loathing breath screams down the necks of the uninitiated
Fear has found its playground
There is nothing to see here
Just a vermillion-colored bath of departed reverie
Hope defiled in the wake of its purity
Shattered spirits upon tattered embers
Ain’t nothing for me here
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