Insecticide #23

Tallied; but not torn, not isolated.

With dampened iconographic caricatures,
blistering out through the morning light;
we gave angels beds; to lay their feet.

Up high,
between breaths of sky,
and gusts,

And crying eyes,
and dust,

We will walk,
through the garden,
to meet our maker.

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Tallied; but not torn, not isolated.

With dampened iconographic caricatures,
blistering out through the morning light;
we gave angels beds; to lay their feet.

Up high,
between breaths of sky,
and gusts,

And crying eyes,
and dust,

We will walk,
through the garden,
to meet our maker.

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