on my back, staring up

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer

the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...

revelation fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground

Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-05-19 at 07:40

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I believe you need to read this poem more than once... because each time I have read it I have seen a corner that I previously hadn't looked around. A poem that leaves you wanting more.