RAPTURE, THERE ARE NO ENCORES

DAY 30 of NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH; 30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS #NaPoWriMo I And down fell rapture, fell down, not up, having claws now, clenched now over the faithless who couldn’t fathom what their lies and legions had begun, and off flew the doves that once divined, by his hand, (by whose hand exactly?) […]

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