Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Visionary Valentine

The crooked pictures
On the walls of heaven
Await your straightening
Because only the old know
What it’s like to grow older
How you actually become more
Alive inside as slowly the evil one
Leaves you seeing your death
Like a pale sail on the horizon
Knowing he can’t go
With you into that heaven
That awaits the perfection
Only you can bring
To the whole vision

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