I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire being,
while Justice mourns in agony.

To which do I turn:

the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?

art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.

alchemist of emotion,
hate into beauty.
I am damned
and angry,
and fed up
with all ya’all.

I love you too.

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

Originally published at on June 4, 2020.



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