poem #1: Grad.

The music thumps,

And the dusty edges of my soul come raging against their noise.

I’m the prince of sentimental disturbance and the heat is begging me to give it a rest.

Next year is the test.

And I am the holy one among all the holier beings of the golden light in their golden robes.

Seeing the Sun too.

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