my tongue wrecked & cold to the touch but warmed your bones. warned. worn. warped. torn. scorned. the bits of gray that bound these words to the page. a tongue drug these letters across your mind. a living hunk of scathed meat pulled through desert towns sand & dust choked pockets of resistance & refuge. "we refuse. we refuse." a resounding cry.

i fell to pieces/fell to ruin under the spell of your silvery tongue
dripped
slipped
from the night it seems into my waking dreams & walking visions/sometimes i wonder.
& sometimes i dont.
but these songs these chorus to love & death that i peddle for no-one no-two span ages like the steady rise & fall of the sun. i tried to break your stride so steady & sure. no cause to stumble. that was not the intent. merely to pause. i hoped only to stop a moment your steady march/instant in time/a blunder in rhyme &

blink

you carried on. but not before you saw moss/cracked stone/ancient, granite bound tome penned in cuneiform mystery school language pebble chiseled & lovingly scrawled for the hearts content & selfish purposes.


























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