Wanderdust
To the delight of the sky,
in its little place to abide.
Along side the great expanse,
is a great divide.
As a face to peer expression,
not less.
In a cheerily sheer convection
of infectious activity, not bereft of the virulence
that will be under test, testimony adherence.
The moon beaming, proud, portaled in.
stagelight_esteeming
The starchild moonlighting-shrouds
upon its step, trolling the cleft mounds
it doth curtails
treasured shipwrecked fools
mirrored beacon, fashioned to our imagination.
False Profit us puppeted by
it's zephyr demon prophetess' improvisation.
We the lost, butt found trailblazing Hallowed.
grounds.
Of the fountains of the deep held aloft
by the wind in the sea of tranquility.
With one eye open, looking around for trouble,
but sometimes for deeper meaning.
As far as the eye of the storm can see.
What the eyes can't see.
That which only the spiritus cumulus optimus.
primus minus the us in pre-ordination means?
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2023
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