Chapter 3 – In Sanctuary

Prophetic, probation(ary)

Backyard pools drown children

Pull virtuosity

Down below

Comfort treads water

In fathomful minds

Suffocating under pillows

Passion gasps! Then sighs

A last procession follows

Cotton fields smother

Aphids in action

She smiles as you slide

Safe? Yielding?

Among sheets of white gold

Spun as snowflakes on windy wings

Lost in found(ness)

Roofings fulfill houses (un)abound in satisfaction

Semi-saturated

Sexuality-solidarity

Deception grins at your death

Sold are your silver desires

Your life is not yours

In sanity or

In sanctuary

You simply survive


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