WINE of MATURITYA Poem by Alfred Kukitza destructive course to enlightmentWINE of MATURITY Come with me in tiptoes of madness, cuddled in swarms of teddy bear tenderness you peek out at reality forewarned of its ugliness tiptoes do an about face but you stop, turn around, go forward, run the gamut of shock up your spine and before long a man enters the Wine of Maturity. Dreams descend upon a brow of skin, Haunting, illuminating, you feel a sneeze in your soul’s skin. you gather the cells of your being walk the walk of telltale talk a light amasses round a small door you have entered the gate of the internal more. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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