Signora Psyche Zenobia Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick
Signora Psyche Zenobia
Death,
Follow the leader,
Wisdom bleek,
Name thy deity,
& bleed the freak.
Out here,
Edge of the world...
Stars never confide,
To simple constellations,
They waltz,
In twilight's hope,
To their own vibrations.
Are you alive?
Down here,
In Underland,
Or Wonderland,
We are God's.
Our own creations,
Personal stone mason's.
She grabbed a tree branch,
& painted dreams in the sky.
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