Comes a Time

God, there comes a time within all, the level we seek God, the level we find. Why do I do the solo dance, pay back for all of the story's use, cleansing I call my dance. It takes One plus One to tango. One. The number forgotten between zero and two. Stand and breathe the streets under the sun, light the owl cooing to midnight like a steely-kissed eruption as the birds fly on now, home to the river, the breathing, the breathing mess in my quest- forgiven from day One...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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