Be-titled….

There she meets progress infamously parading itself
like it did when I was near by…you
surrendered…
to the beliefs I rendered
knowing the path has proven itself
and myself like a tantrum of calm
never had one arm hung
and one throat choked
Another swinging from a pole
I drive into the ground
like Jesus found a myriad of truth
A trickle of a whisper crawls down my thigh
Swimming in thoughts
some place between you and me…

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