Theodora (Theo) Onken - Rays

As shadows tap danced
'Cross a dappled sunset
A forest of Mesquite came alive
By a Guitar quartet
But oblivion soon set in
Head high in the grass
The Wizards concotion-toxic
From sips of the glass
As if gripped by a knife
Tummy hemoraged-burgandy to bright red
Close enough to death-to see the Light
Awakening to inciteful Rays- upon my sick bed

Theodora (Theo) Onken

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