Wednesday
If the world (our world, my world) were to represented
on a single canvas, I think it would only be red.
Splotches and splatters of cerise sins
displayed for all walks of life to
see. Red for the blood, the anger,
guilt, the war, the revolutions,
the passion, love, kindness.
Red for human spirit:
Vive la règle tyrannique du péché.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
