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Deep blue denial
Lust,
the phantom hand
that clipped our wings,
cracks a smile
as we tumble
like raindrops
cascading through
blankets of nimbostratus clouds,
exiled to this rugged
stone laden labyrinth
We were soaring eagles
galloping across the horizon,
banished to sprawl
these tainted soils
as vermin,
severed from our
celestial fountainhead
We are but prey,
ensnared in duplicity’s
entanglement as
where Machiavellian opportunism
became our cure to
unshackling ourselves
from this glassy embroidery
binding us captive
to this ironclad cage,
The earth beneath
our feet is a
seaborne vessel,
a haven where we drape
ourselves in
chastity’s tattered
lilac cloak,
for we are conquistadores
masquerading as cherubim
amidst jolting dead red
throbs of nemesis iniquity,
drifters without a destination
awaiting to be capsized under
a liquid rug of
deep blue denial
Copyright ©
Shiraz Bautista
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