Mystic Healer

She steals soft kisses  
from broken relics  
of indentured thoughts,
 
living in the shadow  
of yesterday and tomorrow,  
 
illuminated in regret hunting  
for bronze felecity that seeps
from first born stars golden breath.
 
Hovering into wanton  
loquaciously lingering effervescent
harmony tearing the fabric  
of the collective to conform,
 
to her threads of exalted  
essence stitching the rip  
in the rift,  
 
with bolides from her kiss  
and galaxies of her eyes.
 
Pristine energy emits
from her aura,  
 
mystical ether cascading  
as a gamma ray throb
to divertimento the afterbirth of
zeniths kaleidoscopic hiccup.  
 
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