Today’s prompt is stolen from Dickinson’s poem found here.
Banish!
Air from Air
Divide
Light, if you dare.
Light likes to remain whole
Those who dare-divide
a soul.
They'll meet While Cubes
in Drop shot Pellets
of Faith fall on unsuspecting
heathens.
In all
Seasons.
Films cannot
annul a miracle of 3 pt
conversions. Recorded in divine ledgers.
No erasure can penetrate the penitent,
Even the hedgers.
Ignored Odors
return whole
Force Flame through aged ductwork.
Warm the machine.
Miracles of tepid praise
And with a Blonde push Over
your impotence Flits Steam
in less than exceptional
whimpers.
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