purple layers of enchanted memories
consciously stream through me and
lavender lovers hold my sweaty lies;
spider toads hop lopsided, weaving
archaic webs while praying mantis
prepare to be forgiven of their sins;
doubting tom toms break through the night,
relentlessly beating rhythms of sexual decay,
lust, and infrequent parental guidance;
shakers shake furiously, crafting heirlooms
of innocence and runaway slaves forage
in the dark protecting lost brothers;
light penetrates the dark with prejudice
and a blood stained horizon appears
naked and we marvel at its size.
14Jul14
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