Poetry / in stained glass

scrambling blue skyward

in scatter-brain wave-lengths

shattering the hope-stain-glass-atire above,

its showering me.

Purpose weighs a lifetime

hold your tongue tie.

open -mouthed tried to interrogate,

but i just want a taste.

this is the line i crossed

in twi-lit reverie

spillin my guts feels good

when just a memory.

you raid the defenseless

state of my arrest

excacerbation of what nerves

i got yet to connect.

im salvaged cells

in cheap hotels

spit chemistry, hold it hostage

and sell the fucker, sell

what shade of me youre left with

while im well.

im plundered pollution tainting the village well.

scrambling blue skyward

in scatter-brain wave-lengths

shattering the hope-stain-glass-atire above,

its showering me.

Purpose weighs a lifetime

hold your tongue tie.

open -mouthed tried to interrogate,

but i just want a taste.

your movement so precise in each dearest  incision:

digging not too deep or shallow , you see

she disects with split second vision.

hold off, hold on

she disects with split second vision, hold in what she

holds out.

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