miller, bukowski, rumi

Miller, Bukowski, Rumi

There’s a
rough &
tumble triadic
godhead worth
tapping into.


They rise
on the
wind &
blow thru
the wasteland
dust devils.


They unleash
freedom like
a kennel of
baying hounds.


They shatter
the rhythm
of our
drum corps


They turn
dark ogres
into stone.


They promise

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