Amy Kitchener's Angels Without Wings
Presents STORY STANZA POETRY
of
DIOGENES ROSENBERG
Springfield, Missouri
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Love flung Life at me and I accepted it with a baby's lusty cry. Life slung hash at me, and I gobbled it like a piece of cake. Sight clung close to me, and I saw through mud of earth the sparkling stars of dreams. Lust hung me on the cross and I bled copiously until the piercing nails dissolved and, resurrected, I arose. Now, from beyond the grave of mortal crucifixion, yet possessed of body, mind and soul, I sense you, gentle Giftgiver of Deliverance. Wrap me in turquoise wings. I surrender appetites and-- hungering not--exchange Life for Love. |