Poetry Noir: What’s Below Me, by Mark Tulin

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Crow On The Wire

There is comfort above
and a nightmare below,
and If I’m not careful, 
my blind vulnerability 
will lead me astray

My deceitful heart
will make the wrong choices,
hear deceptive voices,
and follow the loveless lies
of those who brandish the cross

It will lure my soul 
down with bound ankles,
stripped of morals, 
caught in perpetual sorrow,
where no poets survive

My body pulled
by underworld forces,
through a cosmic hole,
a convoluted maze,
rigid and dreamless. 

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