Poem by Wendy Norman

Scattered leaves crowd the path

Awakening theories upon your wrath

Manic rhythms curse your blood

Ecstatic highs surge like flood

Reasonable or Normal is in Quandary

Obsessive debates with your conferee

Devils slave roars its head

Motions of sin lie ahead

Vaults of hell will ring its song

Enticement from the Ransomed throng

The golden path is but a strand

Where righteous crowns shake in the land

Shackles confine inside your head

Prickly thorns under your tread

Depths of expression won’t abate

Journeys forage is to make

In search of provisions to appease thy stride

Brilliance shines in glassy eyes

Photo by Herb Ritts

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