Friday, May 27, 2016

An Escape from Insanity and it ain't Up on the Roof








My Cellar

My cellar is the Amygdala
Of my house
Primordial dust of ancient warmth
Settle and rise
Settle and rise
Emotional soot lingering
Beneath the visible structure
A hollowed space in the earth
Designed to house the fire
Of survival
A cave dug in salute
To our evolutionary predecessors
An Escape from surface life

by LeGette
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