it is not desired to submit to the maze
some how survival of the organism
depends upon it
it is not of merit to walk alone
but at times it’s necessary
none the wiser are my thorns
that i caress and polish them
although there’s rubbish in my soul
a gentle apocalypse sometimes wanders
within and incinerates my soiled heart
there will be no ashes
the electromagneticity
of electrons have silently dimmed away
what can be said of Los Angeles skies
that my eyes have cried about
words less spoken 
Wow. ‘Gentle apocalypse …incinerates my soiled heart’
And… ‘electromagneticity’ – I had to try that one on a few times out loud before I got it right, but it is a multi-faceted jewel. I love it!
This one is filled with power; it is a virtual garden of sizzles and crackles.
~Ed.
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Oh wow! Thanks friend 🧡 happy new year 🎉
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Happy New Year to you, too, Brave LA dweller and magical word-arranger. ~Ed.
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