I word the blood that freed our land

breathing opens minds which are

partly insane

popping midnight blue on cue

splattering palms moist

hoisting what is true


onto blank page as unhealed rage

this theatre an expanded oyster

Pearl becoming translucent

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glows pink silver the waiting Pearl to hurl

theatre seats are empty cold

rage evaporating with poverty

Truth speculatively mature

palms wrinkled warmly

cool blue a crying sky afar surfing

insanity protected his Heart

my blood runs a River of Stories

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©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song