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Rapture: Notes of an Online Journal
”Rapture”
As gravitation muscles flex,
Draws in the vice of cranium,
Its barometric pull and stretch,
Cylindrical of warpage deep.
This conflagration witch’s hex,
Repeats each minute vehement.
To have me roll my eyes and weep,
Confound and force my river spent.
Release this curse, I utter now;
We are the worshipers that bend.
Before the storm, let go the gate,
The deluge of the rapture send!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
As gravitation muscles flex,
Draws in the vice of cranium,
Its barometric pull and stretch,
Cylindrical of warpage deep.
This conflagration witch’s hex,
Repeats each minute vehement.
To have me roll my eyes and weep,
Confound and force my river spent.
Release this curse, I utter now;
We are the worshipers that bend.
Before the storm, let go the gate,
The deluge of the rapture send!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Published 26th Apr 2019
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55 unique words
55 unique words
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26th Apr 2019 12:50pm
Sometimes being human does feel so heavy to bear the thought of release appears a heavenly gift.
Been there many times, Kathy.
You have done wonderful for your first NaPo! We're almost home!
Been there many times, Kathy.
You have done wonderful for your first NaPo! We're almost home!
26th Apr 2019 5:30pm
