Intervention
Spread like peanut butter
Across the lense
Which once saw
The clean fighting will power
That dispersed like windswept tendrils
Uncut and unshapen
Raw like sun soaked energy
And swift
Like sliced open wounds
Stained
In unanswered propheticisms
Upheld in unadministered catechisms
Which only choose to speak
Down the pipelines of whatever
Incessently fabricated undertones
They so desire
Speared through the temples of soldiers
Who fought through the hypothesis
Of fear lusting dictators
Only to be shown the gravity
Which lifted them high
Above nonsensical parodies
An existential revelry
Coughed up out of open mouths
Once used for conversing
Now stapled shut to disguise
Any unwanted proclaiming
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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