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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