Rattle Snakes along a Dried Creek Reveal Tracks of Endless Passageways Ridden Upon the Flesh of Man Mini Me's Again and Again Babushka Dolls Lifted From Another Time
As Bright Sun Risen Reveals Daylight Upon Dead Flesh ReAwakened For The Battlefront Foretold Moons of 12's Lost To Hungry Specter Of World Teeth Gnashing Harvest From their Wifely Souls
Who Shall Take The Wedding Ring From the Finger of The Left Hand Held In Mourning? By Limb or Will Shall Loose God's Life Foretold By Greater Words Than These As Knives of Unseen Hands Prepare Themselves And Gather For Certain Circus Too Much Known Now For the Picture is a Pretty Thing to Own As Shame Dances To Other Hosts In Search of Fresh Fields Devouring Ripe Skeletal Remains Rise Afresh
Friendship But a Useful Compass To The Appetites of ORDER Sold
I like to Place Stones In my Creaked of Poetry, Erasing and Adding, so my Words Have an Extra Little Labyrinth Play for Flow so Fun!!!!!