Every
clipping, sharks the gullet of vacancy
Shadows
culling dreams well worn
Vixens,
Vipers, Viragos, Asps
A
venomous caldarium
Scalding
with each splash
Steam
shrouds the succubus inside
Layered
lids lay listless amongst yarns & lies
In
lieu of the lackadaisically leveled Libran scales
Weights
unmeasured risk resurrecting the waxen toll
Talismans
and their phylacteries
Fringed
magical, frayed too fine-
For the tricks
of precursors translucent lures,
Doting singes temple speak; the scriptures tome-like tones repeat
Crafting divinity from a collage of time; Divinations all
Until
the sickle reaps a harvest’s moon
Until
the stone wets, once sword relinquishes tenures term
Every
extract, sharks the gullets of mind
While
shadows sift the wraiths of love,
Resplendent
twinkling’s flash before
Safely
plucked as tensions quell the thirsts of yore
The
fields of perdition
Flooded,
by permafrost
Then
awoken in oil-
To
which, but one stroke
Can
set the match
