Chalk Outline

What freedom do find in form

that holds a master’s hand to scorn

in Armageddons sure dim light

where angels fall in wingless cries

Still bleeding from the wounds I’ll sigh

sun scorched on a chalk outline

begging for a noonday night

and tapping veins bruised to sight

One step closer to the sun

grabbing hands until there’s none

steadily I’ll reach the shore

and fabled sons will sing no more

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