All Together Poem by Ethan Moyer

Are we living in an improbable word?
& harlot pupils mirrored black tongued arsenals
Of billions of adverse souls selling their bleeding virginity
To all hierarchy angels, praying for white heaven
In a white solitude when the world stormed black clouds
On the mysterious banks of our earth.
Raped and tucked tightly, our senses are broken and I am
Blinded and fugitive in the land of our mother again.
I hung at the gallows.
I prayed for salvation.
I hung for improbable years before I became the savior.

(Love Me; If I could borrow your soul for a favor)