Michael

I felt a hand on my shoulder with the force of ten men saving me from the false face of what could have been all of every song played in a moment like holy gold vibrating with the realized name of truth in the fold served with caring and trust unlike any other friend deserving of respect in the shape of direct sunlight rays worlds apart but close to the shared color of my heart where the force of lungs pumped the stomach apart with love as pure as the river of life from another forest revealed in a space of stars under traces of virus threats they blessed the mistake of words with congestive failure in the round of swords swung through creaking cold payment sparks connected to the rest of uneasy disaster laid in cement just before the thought burned open gates in a chain link sin I felt a hand on my shoulder with the force of ten men