![]() To my own questionA Poem by kmartell
there are windows that act like doors. ladders
that if you climb them bring you down instead of up. pastor higgs often prays for others and they pay him steered the wrong way says the pastor don't get steered the wrong way or you'l end up on the wrong ladder what ladder i asked anyways it was springtime and everything in the air smelled like my mothers sheepskin coat and vivid dreams stuck out of my underwear she wont let you back into the fold and then where will you be as i walked through black stars on my way toward the god particle on judgement day: where will you be, i asked steered the wrong way i answered, to my own question. © 2012 kmartellReviews
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