I've met several momentary gods.
People with eyes deep as oceans,
lips painted by a century of artists
and jaws sharp enough to cut diamonds.
These human beings with supernova souls
realize they are divine in every way.
They acknowledge that they own the light
they radiate on their observers.
I'll build a temple from the blueprint
of their unveiled fangs.
They speak like music for hungry ears.
The moment their voice enter my ear
and our eyes meet, motion freezes.
The prophecy ends here.
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purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
