Curio Mahatma

I still play with matches,
still play in the rain;
juggling youth beneath the fronts of a man,
with adventurous lust shouting my name
Talking to cardinals,
taking the lead;
caught in my webs, and loving it
Cliff diving for sun-berry highs
Shoveling useless pools
to attain my own attention,
for I am but a man
under Earth’s sky,
advancing the thrills
for which I would die

Poetry from Nevermore Forevermore by Shane Windham
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