To touch the feet
in return
absorb wisdom
fingertips to dreams
never acted out
we are a spiral
within spirals
festered wounds
bandaged with pastel smiles
humans veil well
join the dots at random
seldom travel in straight lines
we are spaces between lines
messy writing
bracketed
the labyrinth is vast
not disimilar to hell
circle upon circles
love replaces fear
just a sum of the parts
death shall live on
in those we have loved
I am beginning to realise
an angel also has a grip
on crumbling shoulders
where djinn tries to dominate
there will always be time
to appreciate a solitary ant
sound of freedom on a crow's wings
and even though the pigeon will die
from drinking chlorinated pool water
at least he lived in the now
he belongs as we all belong
to the moment in some way
a word I have never connected to
my inner wilderness is merely a rebellion
a defiance towards existence
please let something positive be birthed
from such a negative
Poetry©Words Among Trees
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