A mirage into the supernatural with eyes closed to the natural,
Feeling pulled by the midnight air like horizontal gravitation with hissing sounds do you see my goosebumps?
Seeing levitating sorcerers fashioned in hoodies and nike broomsticks,
Flies licking some fluid filled foramen magnum on a plate with expired drumsticks,
So much panting half-way through my diaphragm with sweat droplets sliding from my forehead to my nose and cheeks,
Can I handle this sight any longer than a black man could the Ku Klux Klan or Jesus the Judas’ kiss?
Cretics of hieroglyphics on tombstones with Archemorus’ bones filled with black roses and parsley,
An upside down supernatural world were roaring zebras and barking cobras are more common than tomalley,
Feeling trapped in this solitary confinement of sin a concentration camp of the spiritually emaciating,
Kissing the feet of Satan with the same lips I gave holy kisses to the church priest,
No hypocrisy intended just double hearts and greed for self aggrandizement,
But what value is self aggrandizement when I’ll soon be locked six feet and moth corrupts the isolated wealth?
The poor craves for greens while the rich will always crave for greater health,
As of me shall I crave the pierced hand that stretches itself across the supernatural abyss and grasps my panting weakness with stealth.
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This is my day 4 poem on the 100 day poetry challenge
I encourage those that have the gift and the interest to join in —> @d-pend/announcing-the-steemit-school-poetry-100-day-challenge and lets expand the depth of our poetic abilities and awesome interactions with the vocabs. Hit up with @d-pend for more info