Poetry

Monday 9 November 2020

Cathedral city

 We are transformers

Now I am a robot

Now I am a cathedral


The ghost of a 

Cathedral

The wall of stone

The forest like a father

Mysterious alone

The sky like my mother

Hole punched through the dark

With these imperfections

That allow through the starlight spark


Give me the chewing farting cattle

The bending pole of mars

Magic mushrooms on the hill top

Just don't take away my heart


I used to have you

Now I know not what I lost

nor why I ever wasted

The chance at love's cost

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