Friday, May 23, 2014

Precisely This

Instinct leads us to
Descend without knowing
Why half-asleep orchestral
Scimitar instead of tears
Calling out to one
Another precisely
Distinctive monocle emotion
Broadcast far and wide
Declaring fixed-blood might
Unwinding lean
Paradox devotion shoddy ever
Since that pasture night
Call me back the horns resound
To one another strings
Respond in such a way
This traveler’s devotion is
Required now it came to
Pass with requisite split
Apart the truth which
Happened this lonely whisky
Weeping call gave away
His swollen soul-varnished
Emotion however long
Defended why he went
Away precisely

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