From
An open cage of aberrance crow
the secrets that torment the globes
of doctored equilibrium
watching for that taci-turning
vital sign of change
that onyx collared stare that
needs to drift the dared bubonic lanes
alone.
to skirmish with those corvids
flown from aviaries of reckoning.
To meet with past life memories
in some overrun Gethsemane of
remembrance and shame.
And you know that I am waiting ...
...a warm malaise of liberty that spiders
at the corner of your crumbling resolve
I know the colour of your squalor,
horoscopes of hopeless coping
written by your every sign and sealed.
I deal in escapology.
I, Corvus Medicinae,
am a Gentleman of medicine.
I shall lace the flavours for your taste
so you will think no more of me.
Until I let you go.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
From
An open cage of aberrance crow
the secrets that torment the globes
of doctored equilibrium
watching for that taci-turning
vital sign of change
that onyx collared stare that
needs to drift the dared bubonic lanes
alone.
to skirmish with those corvids
flown from aviaries of reckoning.
To meet with past life memories
in some overrun Gethsemane of
remembrance and shame.
And you know that I am waiting ...
...a warm malaise of liberty that spiders
at the corner of your crumbling resolve
I know the colour of your squalor,
horoscopes of hopeless coping
written by your every sign and sealed.
I deal in escapology.
I, Corvus Medicinae,
am a Gentleman of medicine.
I shall lace the flavours for your taste
so you will think no more of me.
Until I let you go.
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