Born out of indecent indecision
That through so tender hopes we crawl
Deepening my struggle with bones and flow
Gifting an invigorating semblance of touch
Dreamt in soiled sheets all eagle-eyed
Mirrors that line my ruined thighs
Shut against me this evening
Shallow waters round these tawny wooded clime
But the destroyer? How do we collar this mass?
Monks gloved in white blood
Drop among my bees of terror
Burying a prayer of truthful death
Born out of indecent indecision
As I in my dire stones
Burn this muddied mask I wear
Yearning those years of youth I drank
In sun-rayed glasses of coffee
Refurbished a philosophy we spilt
Onto roots of trees, rivers, and blue orchids
Sleeping the memories of two years ago
Blessed virgins de-virginize my stony toes
I cross my fettered cause
In a rabbit’s foot
As my breastplate aches these weathered days
And oaths taken earlier are nought
Because I was without and empty
Now I petition an drowning sky
Because forever is crashing down now
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