Leave Behind

Radiant light heats the body and begin to make it melt

Eyes set on the melting body watch its every movement

The melting essence speaks its words as its been told before

The words live with purpose when leaving the melting essence

Melting not to terminate, but to strip it down to its core

A core that is pure in ecstacy as a performer

A core that creates to spark conversation

A spark that melts the repugnant layer I once had

 

Max Kennedy

This poem is about: 
Me

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