My brothers dance, dab enraptured
Two four-eyes face the heavens
Lit as the tongues of flame they spit
chanting
"Holy moly, Holy moly, Holy moly"
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Author:
Aislinn Wilson (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2019 22:44
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Comments2
interesting little write you have here, what inspired it?
It's just a poem about finding a moment of holieness is hanging around my silly little brothers.
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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