Kevin Maroney Poems
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A Cloudy Morning
Elegantly do they stride
In their heavenly chambers
In the sky.
That I should be chained here
Forced to bear witness to such majesty.
If my own thoughts and wishes were met,
I would glide out of this world
On a silky nimbus
To escape this silly, flitty society.
Is it true, what they say?
Does a madman have to sound like some uncouth lout
chattering and chittering at unheard voices? NAY
He can be intelligent, an intellectual even.
Thought has pulled him into a whirlpool of never-ending contradiction
Going against himself even as he agrees,
Is this black bog truly a heavenly gift in disguise? ,
Like the greek goddess of love,