POEM: ‘Spirit’

See her across the Bourbon line
Still, whilst the room constantly spins.
Eyes look towards the heavens
Manga stare deflected through the night club mirrors.
Neon forms a halo,
My goddess of imagination
Worshipped in a church of cherished memories.
So so dear in the future too.
Don’t press the self destruct
I turned it off for you.

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