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Move on

Posted to Action Poetry

we squeeze our anxiety
for traces of pure inspiration
looking for angels
in soul compost

we walk through our dumpster
we search for innocent sprouts
we stomp demons
while we flay open innocence

grabbing hands
we wait for commands
Wrong Door
Wrong Path
Wrong Time

but filth smirks
and hope belches

we grab hands
we steal contact
we devour our embrace

one flick of a cloud
and we're home again
soulsafe and energized

we, magic mushrooms
inner fire ablaze

in alchemy
and in destiny
we move on