Tell your soul burn whole
The holocaust evidence of your caution.
Lose hold, effusive faucet
Gnawing, jawing side to side
Like fires sawing in McCarthy’s writing.
What silence sires can knight or defile;
A sir, I rise thereby
Assured that what I’m writing
Somehow blurs assurance, spurns surety’s tidy;
Assured that what I’m writing
Somehow erases the line
Between your mouth and my
House. Spent so long there, spare clock lost count
A cuckoo’s skeleton immodestly vomited out.
Despised yellow my too-mellow spirit
With me, be gentle, whisper
Soft lyrics, learn my
Whiskered kisses, urn my
Old fire. Earn my new life
With fire, blood, rites and iron.
Alchemisland 
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