Intersection (Political Vent I)

Intersection

-Descending-
though the luster
of pale truism,
gull's echoes
piercing the haze.

Hung,
by mercurial promises
clustered on a tide
of unpredictability,

yet,
Bleeding to catch
a breath of freedom,
from within.

-Dim-
and still evoked...
In the gale
scattered beneath,
rage of foam.

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