Without A Clue
Tribal queen
Heiress to visions
Your temple builds truth
Inside the walls of judgment
A vagrant suits himself with ego
Claiming imagined knowledge
And the feeble power of control
He lacks structure’s viable evidence.
We see him through the ebon of darkness
His lips forked by the whipping serpents tongue
Stroking deception without a clue…
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Namaste
Tony
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Be well,
Christine
The writing is, as ever, excellent, but I can't 'get a handle' on the ideas or the ideas behind...but then I'm not at my sharpest today
John