Profetica
Profetica
There are wheels within wheels
And you said that you loved me
There was satin and heels
There are eyes within eyes
And I thought that I knew you
But it’s still a surprise
But the promise to never leave
Is a block of ice that does stay
And won’t go though never will cleave
The Eagle, The Lion, The Ox
We soared, were strong and now labor
It was open, now bound in a tight little box
No more ecstasy and visions
Just love and derision
And anger and hope and decisions
Copyright © John Cabascango | Year Posted 2022
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