*Revised draft- still needs work *
I write about the hermit hymn
He often takes me by the hand.
A fan falls
Lost to gravity
The one used to navigate the wind.
Pushed forward without marking my body.
Resurrected
Motivation forages forgotten seeds of Hope
planted for those days stippled in downs more than ups.
This son of a bastard pulled out the brazen Sol –
relief shears luminous laments
Luna wanes with a weary wave in retreat.
Arouse an Apollonian Deity within.
Hermit hymn’s voice
gazes upwards
Caught mid glare – blinded by
In sight
Overhears cuckooing of winged creatures
Caught a fleeting glimpse of freedom.
This knowledge found in bare-faced trees
Stem cell life routing for immortality.
Presume the recluse lives in my muted shadow.
Contactless views his
Sobe sidewalk into a growth spurt epiphany.
He who wears the hallow
make a final empty ditch attempt at shirking the namesake of ‘the chosen’ one.
unsynchronised dubbed over mouths crucify
Pitched sounds for this smoke effect bellow:
Can I get a proper score?
Few focus on his fallen wings
Clipped of clarity
Unable to seek an alternative
Many fall for the look of familiar skin.
That ole devil called love
Billie holiday thanks for the speckled dove.
Facile to caress only what we wish to know.
Highs & lows
hi’s and by’ es
High light the remains
A pint of Bitter froth flees on a one thought train track
How the sun shine when it comes out.
Belief blossoms bypass tunnel vision mood congestion tax fee out of respect.
Life
Depart from the babble of Doubtful
Thoughts
Far fromVapid
Merely short-sighted when grey-bearded clouds appear
stubbled by the 5 o clock shadow
Paradigm stunted growth
tuned out dense cosmos responsible for feeling dim.
A connection to a reflection.
Innocence contrast moments heckling: we don’t deserve to move forward.
Clandestine cloaks conceal our original sin.
This ongoing duet I sing with a feminine hymn
scintillates my belly until I feel the fire lit again from within.
Daisy in the willows 
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