Searching
Sunday morning walk
in the city of sinners
and I'm one of them
searching
for the altar of the sun.
Trusting
I breathe
through my days
and drift of stars
good-natured
under trees
beside buildings
vulnerable
trusting
unstoppable conclusion
I live
I love
I believe.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. His poetry has recently appeared in a handful of stones, The Camel Saloon, The Rainbow Rose, protestpoems, Black-Listed Magazine, BoySlut, Orion headless, The Carnage Conservatory, and Aphelion.
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