The Silk of Rebels
They often cascade from a creator's mind
those shooting stars in a black shawl night.
Some are light years afar, others frightfully close
some are dullened - forever scarred.
Others sashay through life as sequined ghosts.
Some are connected-in mental constellation.
Some are vagabond pebbles in space and time
Some kiss the mouths of packs of devils
Some dwell alone in black thought desolation
Some are candelabra in heavenly eyes
Donning saintly rags-some, the silk of rebels.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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