Still the Same

It's still the same.
The deeper need.
In every change we sow
the seeds of its involvement.
Intimate and universal.
Alternating through reversals.
Brandishing desire like a sword.
Instinctual, the flight of wanton words.
Expression that implies without a rhyme.
Incendiary messages grown
out of time and mind.
A lance of light.
The shocking strike of flesh.
Heart bleeding out in need.
The loving lost within a game of fantasy.
We're moving on.
The hope is gone.
It's still the same...

? Michaelette ?

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