By: shelbi Henny
Most spiritual are often sabbatical
I’m constantly asked what happened
When speaking allowed the
Formalities of deceit
Does it tickle the tongue
Of the sinners
When it seems they live in
Mischief
Crawling on fours
Like serpents
Time reflecting my innocence
To defeat
Coiling the absent mind
That i was full
Different and peculiar
To tarot card readings
Funding pathetic patterns
To mythology of rules
How did i get here
Where was i before
Meeting heartache
And letting it turn everything so cold
Creatively going out of space
To telling pure facts
Of frustration
Remembering dates that crashed
Yet burned
Sabbatical creatures bear comforting demeanors
Spiritual discipline
And empty calls
shelbi confessions 
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