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Friend of doom

May 17, 2019

Sweet breathless terror
How you bathe me
In the panoply of your dreams
Shaken knobby kneed me
Fierce readied and awakened
Still whispering “need me”.
I will not still the quaking
With less than violence
More than peace
But rest
in the ceaseless silence
Of your wings;
Unduly undoing-
As much as immemorial making,
flown nevermore.
Tethered as I am
Dreadful and cretin
displaced perfectly
in your freedom
It’s not so much
that I’m searching for home,
but always been
and thrown.

From → Poetry

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