Grooming For Never (Never) Land

Poem

 

Attempts; again and again
To suck in the gut of atrophy
You swear admittance will
Ultimately rely on the twinkle
In your eyes
The one where … any attempt
Foiling hardship or fingers
Attached to slender wrists
Pores clogged with pixie dust
You trained your sneezes,
Despite
Age!
To defy gravity
As long as you held on to him
You should … your feet should
Never
Have to touch to the ground
Waking up the mirror
Shines the Suns of that
Once visited place
Your admittance is still
Pending
The rosy path of denial

 

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