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Down the Vine
Down-the-Vine
Through the forest fire smoke
I breathe a breath
A sinful toke
For a wish
That’s guarded as papal sure-sin-fire smoke
A look around the square
None a brother appear
Caught between Inferno flames and 2 week old hair cut lames
All Mother’s insist we aren’t mutt’s
But what’s the use in being tangled up
Tension here
Tension there
What’s the use in consciousness
Suspensed
To come back again
HERE
It’s a gift
An empty bottle a-drift
A secret note
A sign
A start of a conversation
A Fold in Time
To Heaven I bow
To all Saints I sing
I Loudly
Dis-allow
Forever you must be Sunshine
Forever you must be a Sun
Your poem pulses with a raw,
Your poem pulses with a raw, searching energ, like a breath taken in the midst of fire and uncertainty, yet carrying the weight of something profoundly sacred.
The tension, the questions, the dissonance between existence and transcendence —they all weave together into a rhythm that feels both urgent and timeless.
And that final call, the demand for light and warmth, resonates deeply. It is a piece that certainly invites reflection, that challenges perception, and that stands defiantly against the chaos. Thank you for sharing this. Your voice is unflinching, and your words linger.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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