An eye glance for its allure.
Truly a desert,
the congregation is an oasis.
One has to get sucked into it.
To be spit out or jettisoned.
There’s a chance for it.
It’s out there.
All one must do is be there
and let lady luck do the rest.
Like a mass shooting is it desirable.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
