Fermenting gently,

warmth in reposed saturation.

Liquid fetish rendezvous.

Twice a pattern of despair.

Months from reaching its true depth.

Conscious of the light inhaled,

the need and ability

to effect water in the molecules,

to regrow lost appendages

and cure the sick.

White and silver light effervesce

like a caustic ghost.

Enter into the body.

Impregnate the body.

Dissolve the parasites hiding

deep in energetic centers.

Fight fire with fire.

Love with love.

Hate with peace.

To seldom dry days

with warmth and sun,

torrential the manufactured wrath.

Pathological lines around lying lips,

red or naked, the fragility of spirit shows.

A nest, a network of hives.

Pity rest to those of early harvest,

but to none present.

Only light can act as savior now.

Only penance.

Only justice.

Only fermented,

gently scented and aggressive.

Convoluted dynasty of heliocentric

and eccentric boys.

Convoluted words. Convoluted ways.

Convoluted meanings.

Agnostic. Wretched knowing of the know.

Deception, an element of truth.

Truth awakened to its own agenda.

Good look.

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“Good Luke” is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.