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Virgin's Treasures
Poem by Jesus Chameleon
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Virgin's Treasures
Poem by Jesus Chameleon

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Virgin's Treasures

by Jesus Chameleon

Arms as long as the Golden Gate Bridge extended downward,
Slightly askance,
As to cock the handle of a very dangerous weapon,
                              It seemed.  Surreal.  
                               The right arm had been wrapped around a
stationary vehicle;  
A virgin's leniency had been parked just outside her protective side.  

                                    Clement.  
Adjacent was a sluice that led up to the grotto of birth,
On the upper right side where a path less traveled was drawn---
                                                            Seemingly mesmerizing.  

                                                   Just below a treasured chalice,
                                      Was kept a ballast of good versus evil;  
                        Keepsakes of a solitary sibling and a feral child,
                                   A brick represented something separate,

            Maybe, profound in a different way.


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