Lazy Visions


An attraction to the abstraction…of pelting rain.

No cleansing.

It does not tame.

Set down in the bowels of the north.

No zealot with a zenith can tame this…

a winter’s feast.

Ages of those who pour the word, abhor, upon a beggar’s feet.

Travel with frequency to the belly of the beast.

All with visions of lazy travel.

And, most, who picture least.

 

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