Mixed by Nature

I am caught between 

The play of light

From scene to scene





But I digress


Moral outrage and despair

uplifting thoughts

I keep them there

In my soul

I've room to spare

like a haunted house



Posted before the creaking stair

of the front porch of rotted wood

where you know a kingdom stood

and sat upon the rocking chair


Once in white paint

growing faint

skin cracked in the sun

like a human one

scabbing over as if chafed


riding its neck is

a noose

a saint 

though the carrier ain't 


And never will be

But the idea is free

in our collective burden


That we can exist


of heart

like angels

and devils


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