Lunar-face Talks

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In a way,

your concrete ceilings, let your

wanderings away from the wonders

of the godly intoxication,

of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’:

Pure white celestial of Her Highness:

Full Moon, face half in shadows,

With half a frown above

Her astounded, grey eyes…

Ungodly concerns of most mortals

Down below,

Mar her worried concerns,

Else veiled in willing disguise.

The man in the ‘hu-man’, doubtful

Of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’ embrace,

Causes her to weep, saged

By her utter disbelief

In the ‘truth’ of their lies!

 

Hence the concrete man-made,

Raised on grandly, god-like premise!

 

Written: 14-05-2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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