proverbial apple
rapist for power perversion
now watch the culmination of bad magic
making sick creation
so many in the name of forgiveness
the real you
ready to wake up
remember women are the beloved of all gods
ask Hercules
the terminally unkind
are running scared
the way gaining
uni verse singing here and now
no puppet the entirety
no fear of an everlasting non experience
forever undergoing death or wrongness
an impossibility in the seas of change
Nature abhors a vacuum
does correct what isn't
like a painter knows his own canvas needs
throughout all galaxies
everyone an indigenous spirit living
walking Time,
shining the stars for their own
experience of beauty quite easily
know false power falls
and we smile while it does
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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