A Disfigured Persona
with Vivid Streams

by Andrea Laws

A certain age once lived before,
where ignorance fuels
what was left behind,

travelling ridden paths
where love is forbidden,

feeding into silences
to ensure the sun’s cause of being.

Do you sense my repression?

* * *

O trumpet watchman,
sound waves of truth!

Drown paranoia’s weakness
in eternal’s crescendo.

Dry scarred souls
rotate ripples of blood
through dark crevices’ past.

Everything will be capability inherited.
Nothing is lost or forgotten!


Copyright © 2016 by Andrea Laws

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