Saturday, January 13, 2018

concentric/church.

too audacious to accomplish this
novel, blue-tinged snow that ran
down the history of, oh if you'd
listened you'd've conquered like
the lion and riddled the sphinx:

so tall, so tall.. magnificented
perusal and refusing and bound..
answering sire with crown scept-
re and throne, leaving for seas-
ons that struck the senseless as

plain and unnumbered as schooled
and rearranged: you'd really al-
ready got heaven, and as much as
you tend to rhyme, we're binding
our efforts together to display;

narrator who is thin, yet plump,
and so eager to eat a peach how-
beit that we name our constella-
tions nightly hanged crescentist
with prescience and incredulity,

it seems so-- lettered and force
of ambivalent language which has
dropped and is now sat in my lap
oh lover who is worthy & redemp-
tive with the colouring, books i

read in braille, irrepentant to-
wards the privilege inhered with
the legacy of living: being made
in time earns me a chair in this
assembly, yet never godforsaken.

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