LP No. 21 Trails

ear to the wind,
my ancestors scream
for me….
they scream,
at me.
I am a stranger
and
they
cannot see
me.

lost
in a rainbow
of greed,
purpose thwarted
…nay,
-aborted,
by saccharine hope
for acceptance
&
love.

soft hands,
soft heart,
&
a hard cock –
a SNAG
without a soul.

there are many paths to ruination
but only
one
single
trail
leads
to salvation.

close your eyes,
and breathe….

do you see it?

then Go,
and don’t look…

back.

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