7 Poem by Palegun
Sinner
So I stand alone on this
This is where I landed
This is where I stand for now
Fallen from an oracles nightmare
Dismounted from a cloudy point of contact
At last, realizing whose fault's esteemed
Above glass chandaliers occupy the vast and mesermizing flickers
I cusp within my hands a dismal bubbling flute and eclipse the weathered parts of denial
Pampering pamplets slid gracefully beneath my door
looking upon them is enough to stagger motor skills and my tongue cleaves
to front teeth like an anchor to the sea floor
Feels as though falling is succumb yet again; a curling philosophy
an heirloom of genetics ponder it's reflection into my life
© 2018 Courtney Grant