poetry in motion

[maorian_queen]

so here is poem untitled in its original psychotically unstructured version. i miss ib, it really does help you poetical prowess.

night drips from the sky in
heavy droplets
making room for
the perverbial sunrise over
the pacific end.

and i wonder as i
sit alone again
with the person i wish i
could be beside me
why

why things are the way
they are and have to be

who said they had to
who ordained
them as such
and so

an unclaimed deity
a sense of
pious divinity
overwhelmes me

as my flesh screams and pours
the royal crimson
from itself
in forms

of expression that no one
as creative as they seem
will ever understand
the why

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comments are welcomed, as i have father duty and will be up into the morning. something to read would be nice.