when amnesia charged
against anathema
     and gave birth to a chimera...
dunno...
   just liked the way it sounded:
far more
appealing than a sheering
   cry of shattered nerves:
in the bowels of an ancient
forest, mid the chattering cold:
and the suddenly breathing
earth...
          to have conjured
a throne from a piece of wood,
and having placed
  a stone upon my head:
identifying a crown -
that abstracted piece of
cranium: or a charm against
a receeding hairline.