Dreams of death
of the duality of life
never-ending cycle
cloaked in darkness
married in soft throes
of light.
What was all of this?
If not just a dream
The universe was strewn out
before us like a red carpet
beneath our naked feet.
Soft kiss in the complexities
of intrusive lies
waves crash down upon all
casting crowns
straddled upon a myriad of doors
awaiting our departure.
About the contributor: Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his 49 years on this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. In late 2018, the kind editors at Ariel Chart nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. “Where Angels Fear” was his debut e-book, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it was pulled from the publishers’ list of titles
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