by Rana

Dramatic door-slams are a

demand for deference.

Still, don’t let dampened desires

direct your daily duration,

your delicate drumbeat.



Dance to deliverance,

dapple in distances, the

decampment of your disposition,

discern dispassion,

and die,

Divine Deserter.

6 Comments to “Dive”

  1. awesomely alliterative 🙂

  2. that was an awesome journey through an intricate slice of life in the letter D 🙂 well done !!

  3. magnificent alliteration ! and truth!

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