Thursday, October 15, 2015

soft myths cuddle our unrealities

as if some giant would walk the earth

slaying our enemies with one swing

of his monumental club

or we'd wake up one day to the end

of war and horror and humankind's

psychosis over trying to kill God

or the wee hope that she'll come back

after the mess made by each in the

slow destruction of love

or that we awaken from these armored fantasies

that pass for all the holiness we can imagine

and drop the illusion of some easily granted salvation

making our unrealities the reality we bear....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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