It amazes me
I think in blue rhyme
of language splattered
across sullen minds
of timid boys
pistol whipped by sergeants
and bullied into
this transgression
by subconscious dreams.
Hidden desires
left unfermented
fossilized in back reaches
we cross that land
avoiding Mongol warriors
& wicked con artists.
And of fire
these eyes burn intensely
with that overflow;
the raging impassioned cry
of search and defeat.
This game is not over yet
No, this is not the end of it.
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