Fourth In The Row

Redeeming,
the protagonist.
Flashing, lights

not shadows.
Tearing the fangs
of the wild.

Fire on
the door,
burning from hands.

Ideas keep
changing in
the mind.

I am
leaping from
first to the fourth.

 

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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