Idolater
gknapton
His totem self. He stood. Revolving.
Me, non-glib. The ictus plain.
Dark spells cast. Defences folding.
Me feeling more again.
His saurian stealth. Pure blood. Involving.
Base emotion-paths get lain
Bark fells mastered. Sawyers scolding.
Running from the woods in pain.
His youth-swept health. Resounding. Solving.
Destination: runaway train.
In love fast. And tightly holding
Onto the dream in vain.
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