Fractal Space Poetry

Yes I do believe the power of
unseen hands, the nuances of ghosts
that dance in our songs, that
give spirit to the rhythm,
and substance to the beat.

The drum is the heartbeat.
The pulse of the blood
that throbs through
our closed & bleeding body.

forever in the soft cup
of flowering love, cursed to
the unfulfilled destiny of
cherished agony & blessed
festivity. My Pagan
heart is embedded in
my Christian soul.
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