Natural Justice

Shouting through to the empty walls, there is no recipient for the longing of souls connected,

Desperation for belonging buried what little flame there was, masking it behind a facade of smiles unreal with contempt and defeat

And the disappearance begins, beckoning and calling names to taunt panic and arise infliction 

Yet on its strongest day desperation leaves a flickered flame behind 

With a hopeful lone sound of precious rich timbre 

The velvet ringlets of affinity come in gracefully as a rescue

A soft voice and untired eyes readying to fill the void that is the extinguished flame

Familiarity of condition calls desperation to return and draws souls nearer 

As the worlds collide to a harmonizing unbalance, bringing dissonance and disruption to the very paths of the mundane,

A flame ignited and

A natural justice


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11/5/15