Prophets

A Poem

And life gifted us prophets. The mad among us.

Those who’seyes are unclouded, and clear.
Who go from their front porch only to
place doveling’s safely back in their nests. Who’s words are
tripped over, and actions fumbled. Who sway amidst the
star crust, and moon light. Hopping from bars to sunrise,
seeking penultimate truth in all things human.

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