Escapism
ESCAPISM
In pyramids we finger attunements
or activations as love dances across
threads lost
Time of no consequence when past,
present and future ripples into your
Andromedan locks
Form changes from green to gold
or bronze to white with pale blue webs
It matters not
Gaia knows when to laugh
or cry, blossom or die
You read fairy tales
with drumbeats
Shakti curling up snugly
to sleep
I touch a fiery eagle landing
on my claustrum crown
with the same issues of
escapism
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2021
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2023
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