Life Permit Poem by Erika Conti

Life Permit



Quite dark
like dark red and white natural sigils
carved in wood and chalk
no gravity yet all dense
Ascending
way back blood lines
to find the frailty
of their very first thread

Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mysterious
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