Revelation

Show the world who you are.
Dripped in honey and absinthe.
Hovering by a flame.
All parts, never the same.
As they try to push you under a reason.
A statement, a label, or part treason.
When you smash the brackets of age that constricts.
And you pull down the gods for a closer look.
They’ll see you reflect in their eyes.
Please, memorise their apology.
And wave as they pass you by.

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08/01/202308/01/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: age, apology, godsTags: age, ageless, apology, defiant, flames, gods, labels, poem, Poetry, society 5 Comments