Purple Belly

Walop hole in the grave of my chest and belly... for love lost for gain of something more important but a couple could not last divided over unreality seared off by change in the interbeing, a call more important than their survival. Communication lost to the third eye, possessed of heart for individuality even though no logic lies with either of them in bed, penmanship is illegal, the ghost wanders like dust and she marries the invisible to her heart while he loves it for the better, the magic made him a whore for his wife, no magic and he gains his ethics back, the magic for her is the discourse for her grey moth calling, for world leadership to harken, and they did an dis-raveled she isn't but it persists itself that way and pretend but she knows the secret of another world and she's famous to it, known, a release of pure purpose and gathering for her they will at the behest of men and women abroad. Her purple belly is empty but full of glitter too.