Precarious Mystique Poem by Dale E. Starlight

Precarious Mystique



Precarious mystique.
Breeching fortresses of imagination.
Tantalizing desperation.
Feral oppressions.

I'll purloin fire from the gods!

The lamp between the clouds.
It's not that I lost my mind,
It's that I've discovered my freedom.
Love.

Sunday, December 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: desperation,freedom
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