
Wrinkled edges of petals
twinkle and revel as vessels
for rebel pebbles aspiring to
reach levels of precious metals.
When dust settles like freckles on human skin,
blindness begins, causing devils armed with nonmetals
to skin the inhuman creatures lurking within.
There are fundamentals instrumental in
disassembling the potential of human sin.
Understand the influential thoughts of pencils
and your soul’s leaden stencil will be
comprehensible by masters of violins.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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