Betwixt the Terms, by Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Betwixt the Terms

In a matter of reincarnation

and scientific facts,

My anima has been automated

to trade an eye for an axe.

The weary way in which I wallow

beneath the walking waves of wrath,

Distracts me from the flies I swallow

on this drearily awkward path.

If my wonder and amazement wanes;

it wasn’t for your nerve,

I only mind these waves I tame

which drain my wearing verve.

So as in all, from fall to fall

and through these bowels I troll,

I must address this infernal thrall

or bless the hell within my soul.

(2013)

#Decision #Hell #Limbo #Peace

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