chun cel contritionem

today we walked amongst giants

gods and goddess alike

soft white lines through veins

hard corners of bronze and exotics

free to residents

and utterly impossible

we pulled cards

quiet conversations

divinity

esoteric glances

whispers of soul

scrying within the confines of art

winks and soft touches

the gentleman

the serpent

and the goddess of war

sweet lullabies

and the children who don't know to scream

take away their pain

take away their brush

take away their gods

the trash blowing in the wind

has it

the chaotic ballet of blustery

be trash and bend with it, sweetheart