hard line

Cuticles worn and stripped off protective layers

Scaly hand leaves me grabbing prayers

Next in line stumbles with commanding lines

Pieces swirl to mask sense in the steeple air changes flavor light

From the sign,

Pulses through the mood-swollen people, muddy footprints,

Stomp forth from their masters legs.


Worn filthy filaments light the way with rusty haze

Goddess scales the walls with fiery eyes ablaze

The final notion notated on her oily back

Way of the deity

Falls from above to harden

Footprints move the evidence through fiction from fact,

Smoke choking the initial pardon.

Burning prints stamped out like inner lights.

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