This life I breathe
Like wildfire
Anyway I feel
Has its ghost
That hunts guilt
And its accomplice
This life I breathe
Like my father’s land
Betroths to me
Has its thorn
That stings wild
warriors
And their loyalists
This life I breathe
Like farm manures
Has its demon
That sucks out life
Out of living forms
Has its rose
That fills vacuums
This life I behold
For the surplus pockets
For the ways unbuilt
Like it’s God
Though, it’s of God
Has its seraph
That guides it
Has its ogre
That hurts it
This life has spirits
Its spirits
Are things of world
Beneath and above
And you and me
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