Brooches
Wayward stars seduce
with a wink and spumante brooch
enticing us to come in for a closer look..
to frolic in inter-dimensional playpens
swap stories of peace and plagues
love -lust and rage
war cities and cool glades...
the lost recipe for hope and faith
The stars plead with us to intermingle
procreate to advance the species
form an elite relay team
to chase down,
that speed of light alchemist God
strip his gilded hand
of the key to many mysteries
and that greatest elusive elixir of all..
peace
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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