to fall
into the unknown
dimension
where lovers
leave
words like
poets
bleed lament
where
corpses heed
none
but their own
condemnation
is more
than just
morbid salvation
undone
where shunned
is reprieve
born
on sleeves
worn
as weary
in storms
of contrarian
fears
shared
by one
is
to walk
into scarcity
piercing
the sun’s skin
where verity
ventures
of time’s
volition
Max, or Not 
Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Beautiful word play from Max Meunier
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Love the line, where verity
ventures. The alliteration warms my heart
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Gorgeous stripped down poetry my friend. Missing you. Know that you are in my thoughts.
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