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chun cel contritionem
a poem for the goddess of war, an adventure in inspiration
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