Aislinn Wilson

Brothers

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"

Comments2

  • 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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