Lazy days and crazy ways.
The spirit wanders on.
Off the beaten track, the haze
of mist is thickly spun.
Yet a sense of something hiding
here, seems gloriously real.
Ghostly white to cloudy gray.
Front meets front, the branches sway.
And the rain comes pouring
Sudden slash of lightning sizzling
Thunder roars, another fission.
All the squared off corners become round.
The tale of enlightenment
Cold, the bold that speaks of ever after.
Rush of moisture, seizure's pain.
Count the loss to feel the gain.
The sensual can wait another
Hide behind the walls that sink and sway.
Explosions ever altering the way.
Molten gold, the only offering.
One last time, the bells will
Altering the rhythm, rhyme.
Then the corpse is laid to rest
while spirit wanders on...
? Michaelette ?
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