Aislinn Wilson

My brothers dance, dab enraptured

Two four-eyes face the heavens

Lit as the tongues of flame they spit


"Holy moly, Holy moly, Holy moly"

  • Author: Aislinn Wilson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2019 22:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • psychofemale

    interesting little write you have here, what inspired it?

    • Aislinn Wilson

      It's just a poem about finding a moment of holieness is hanging around my silly little brothers.

    • Suresh

      The chant takes a mind to an alone place, even when in the midst of a crowd, or blaring sound.
      A chant is a means to escape, to be an individual

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