Naked and Sacred (a poem)

Awakenings come when least expected
A freeing of inner tension, an explosion
Of color, light back into dull worlds
The knot in my stomach is gone

Soul connections made
Souls fused together
Souls finding souls on empty streets
Drawn to each other by the dazzled

Stars in our hungry eyes
Under the moonlight, I had so many
Secrets to share and burdens to bear
The moon was full and embodied

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No One Listens to the Prophet (a poem)

The prophet travels through the mountains
Reading the desolate landscape for signs
She misses her family dearly
She had to leave them all behind

The prophet had to go on a great journey
And warn the people of coming dangers
Recently she’s begun to worry
Of her society’s rapid changes

The people have lapsed into sin
And we all know what happens next
The great flood will soon begin
And wipe everyone off the map

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Is Nothing Sacred Anymore? (a poem)

Is nothing sacred anymore?
Or have we talked about this before?
I can’t remember

Tall shadows in the courtyard of my mind
Were designed to keep me confined
To the dust of civilization and its embers

Don’t act like you’ve never done it
The asylums where you commit
Your killing-spree benders

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