Thing One

The Thing is
It’s never quite so simple as Bliss
As lips part to whisper the kiss
Of creation
Elation drips in desperate twists
Of sensation
Buried in Underground Cells
As maps to hell
Turn ink to anger and Self
To Stranger
Hiding from the empty shell
Of danger
As One Thing
Becomes
AnOther

CLJ 4-7-22

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