Reactionary intervention.
Sweet solitude like honey,
Dripping down the crippled streets
Of imagination,
Running amok like Sandlot children,
Feigning grace like falling stars.
Charming effervescence.
An iridescent light falls,
Slowly, spiraling downward,
Colliding with mercenaries
Of foreign lands,
Leading home the lost and famous,
Streaking naked through the night.
Falling letters.
Teardrops to a long, lost lover.
The promise of forever,
Or never…
The hope of no return.
-LKS
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