Conversation On A String
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The air hangs heavy around my head. I breath the hidden fire And question the very heart of me. If I have lost my way Why do I see the comparisons? Why do I bleed these thoughts Into the crystal experience? My ego plays a game of temptation. A half eaten apple Rocks uncertain on my table of life. Its taste is so bitter And yet I yearn for another bite: Another sweet blissful Conversation with the devil. Bliss dangles her fickle invitation; Hope invades wishful dreams; Lust insidiously pervades life; Time tells its likely lies; Earth beckons with a skeletal finger; But over everything, Love waits to conquer my knowing soul. © Allen Ansell 2007, 2023
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