Yellow Brick Road & Down The Rabbit Hole
Poetry Pages by Ariel Dresser
Monday, June 27, 2016
The Prayer Stool
Is it because I think about you?
Lost already, I had had nothing to lose. Lose but gain,
is but every breath of my soured and honorable life. No lie.
My knees kneel
gestating loyalty beyond the word;
I call it fervitude.
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