upon your blue & ivory marbled skin, along your arched & supple spine,
subtle incantations lay, & faintly fading magick lines

with trembling shoulder i retraced them there, for sake of clarity,
not an act of distant interest nor of selfish charity

ancient longing guides my hands & drops me to my knees,
into the soil in which i sink flows freely my disease

i ate your words & used them to finish your sentences,
i came here hungry to be taught, as one of loves apprentices

i toiled long into the night, under the auspices of hate,
in dark still hours passed a fury, roaring spate

these visionsdreamsthreads of time were quickly sewn unto,
the aether of my quiet space was struck & pierced by you




















ae.

while the eye of distraction & glimmering lights
kept you up undreaming through long, cold nights
did you ever stop to wonder or entertain the thought
you arent the victim arent the target of some faraway plot
as the curtain falls to dress the naked floor
opens for the young man a bare & shivering door
in a scarlet flowing river comes a rush of blood
within his hands as they reach begins the mighty flood
the burden of stale memory & tales untold
brings roving minds & hungry hearts back into the fold
under greedy watchful eyes & a heavy hand
driven from greener pastures to some desolate land
bare teeth grimaced scraping arid earth
seeking high searching low never what its worth
but if you fall out of line & turn your head to the sky
an empty void stares back without telling you why
breathe deep the dust from a thousand souls dead
all the while widens deeper the chasm in your head
high above in wooden towers climbs on cobbled feet
far below gazes at rain damp & dirty streets























ae.

“better to watch your feet from the shadow to the tip” she said. Words I never understood. As implied by her languid tone and belied by her agile form, the sinewy strength of her words, though firm and determined after her sometimes manner, left no mark upon my parchment paper skin.


















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