The Last Normal

Pivoting,
jostling and quivering,

the
hands and feet entwined.

Steadfast,
meek and gentle,

the
good gods hover.

In
the space and air,

and
Beyond what minds conceive,

the
last normal breathes,

exists
like anyone else in

this
rapture and breed.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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