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Fanged Seraph

A Study

By Felecia BurgettPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I picture

a flattened drake

made of beaded gem

yet nothing so spectacular

what it must be like

tongue heavy tipped black

inking out of your cleft

my mind finds strength

to take the world

a strange, an armored

focus joins

our eyes

in heat and vibration

and suddenly I can strum

the tethers that

bind us all to earth

in nothing else

and I suddenly I can feel

what it's like to

be, to be,

content to sit

to exist without

complication,

with magick

for hours

that humans have

forgotten, with love

that feels like

unmoving

roots plunged deep in

soil down to the old bones

and hidden aquifers

content to wait

and strange:

time has lost

all its poignancy

days

eons pass in seconds

and seconds pass

with deep regard

for prey to fall

I drink deep of the

universe--

how I stare

into your grasp

bold and proud

and wholly alive

into the gods' void

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Felecia Burgett

Novice writer, amateur novelist, poet, article writer, dabble, and animal lover.

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