Category: Filí my pockets
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Starsteered to the Christbyre
Star directing Magi steeds Across streetless dunes Above streakless skies Where Djinn sets hide Their camels’ two-lidded eyes flaunt Sand immunity, but they are blind To the profound end of their jaunt Night cowers before that animate fire Time senses dawning a new empire Guides them toward a byre Where a King retires In hay,…
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Lessens
Always felt lessons lessened me I used to doodle during lessons except english and history Now I dawdle along an endless present, accept lessons from history Those who came first Who wore furs and trapped Dragged the first furrows Built fish traps Buried flint at Mount Sandel Ten thousand years old I suppose no one…
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Tired Scribe
The scribe is tired Late now, long past Lyres of morning scorning night’s sultry castanets Wired like a steampunk wedding dress He casts out nets, hauls them in and finds abominations within Ten finned or no-finned supine writhelings writhing on his wet deck What had he done to deserve this, cruel tithes Shark bite into…
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Pilgrims Walking IX
He looks at me for the first time without armour I plug his waterfalling wounds, as it were my dharma Hand grips my forearm hard and plain alarm Etched across his paling countenance, harm Done to one is done to all, done to self, a charm Bracelet of jangling apotropaics You won’t ever have that…
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
Alchemisland 