she cries as the world flips upside down
the sky narrows, as the gravity fails
trees rot, as the sun begins to frown
we fly off the face of the earth,
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An interesting mix of religious images peppers this surrealistic piece that seems to come from a place of disillusion - where the line between the real and the hallucinatory becomes blurred. Drugs perhaps? You certainly have expressed a powerful emotional voice. love, Allie xxxx
Ha, I may be making an assumption here, but I think its a reasonable one. Like I, you are an Atheist. Also, this time I tried to just let the rhyme be, neither good nor, bad, and just read the poem, and I think it was a lot better this way. What you said was good and worth saying, worth contemplating.