A Sin Against Natural Law
They need coxing
as natural man hides
seemingly
in his mind
where others can see.
The glance -
a spell
of manipulative domination
upon themselves
as I pounce.
Never was I natural,
never did I care
to be,
looking at those in natural law
and those trying to be
unnatural...
Supernatural man looks down on man, from the sky, and sees
only their theosophy.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
3/4/2020
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