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photo
by Charles Kenwright ©
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where the sky is a cold and hungry soul
holes burns through
a
spirit’s design proof well
we
always whole cask those
that
oppose our free will
we
commence intention
in
movable packages
in
white light zones
every
currency
we
spend life for
unloads
and loads
various
items
of
our spent histories’
and
assembly lines
of
skeletal vibrations
sanctities
here
are
chain secured
sanity’s holy allure
its erasable positions
a fantasy of luxuries
always maintained
having someone
very,
very nearby
bleeding,
worse off
than
you
EJR
©
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