That sin. That one thing I live for. That betrayal born of innocence. That hunger.That magnetic force that seldom occurs but when it does , nothing else matters. That doomed journey. That which makes life worth living. That stupid, mindless abandonment to nature.
There is no spirituality
there is no other world
there is only that singular magic that lights your sky and I can only look up
The melting wax
and fall of plumage
the sun I fly toward for those moments when you are beautiful
not what I write, or draw, or make
Just you
just someone to see you as you are
that is as good as it gets
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