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Untitled Aug 2020

The grieving widow

prays for solace

in solitude.

The walls

echo whispers

in weeping dreams.

Junkyard

Lay

among broken things

rusted demur

whet worry

sullen

sunken pose

maladaptive

mercurial

heavy dust

Six Wings

Seraphim, Seraphim

Lecture him

You lectured him

Picture him

Bereft of sin

Let the light die

And from within

Vitriolic, poison

Acrimonious

Unholy hymns, necrophilous

Weeping frowns

Bleeding crowns

Enflamed

Aflame

Engulfed

Enraged

Impassioned

Embolden

Envied, beholden

You lectured him

Dejected hymn

Seraphim, Seraphim

Follow

"Let's not speak

in riddles"

the rabbit told Alice.

I've time

in my pocket

and sand

in my hands.

Follow

if you must

but

the journey

is the ending

and the destination

a tale.