Hopeful Ruin

Looking for what is holy in my aversion,
I close my eyes to take in the burning
of my inner bureaucracy, plastic hallways

puddling in a maze. I leap through oxygen
of a most stubborn desire—the fuel
of my decade-long moment of hopeful ruin.


One Response to “Hopeful Ruin”

  1. Just me says:

    Woofda! Top phraseology of the year decade long moment. Oooh!

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