Cobra's breath
through yard iron teeth,
sullen swank and sway.
Shan't no man stand
Where WILL be loosed,
'til gait and gravity
sound pounding shoe.
When in no glass wall
to splinter and fly
still distant point
seen with thine eye
Pass behind to settle and cell
being recalled of fear of
a rainy day.
Casting visions
of a cruellest hell
of infinite symbol
Sound and smell.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
Cobra's breath
through yard iron teeth,
sullen swank and sway.
Shan't no man stand
Where WILL be loosed,
'til gait and gravity
sound pounding shoe.
When in no glass wall
to splinter and fly
still distant point
seen with thine eye
Pass behind to settle and cell
being recalled of fear of
a rainy day.
Casting visions
of a cruellest hell
of infinite symbol
Sound and smell.
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