and let the many winters
catch my tears
as fountains in my hands
before the next spring daffodil
that i might weep
to the irony of a harem;
oh the shame to receive such
bounty as such described of koranic loot.
my heart unto all
in song of downfall among dwarf
within hmm to man's hum ciphered
as the story be told in man's tongue,
yet be it, dwarfs' loneliness
*the pipes were roaring,
the winds were mourning,
the trees like torches
blazed with life.*
then dumb fool i too,
to have broken with sabbath into
every single day,
and lay claim,
laid claim i had
written this versus
in the arc of covenant obligations
served only by the cool of the riddled
grip of the impressed finger,
of dwarf above man, of, of the echo so in longing missed.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
and let the many winters
catch my tears
as fountains in my hands
before the next spring daffodil
that i might weep
to the irony of a harem;
oh the shame to receive such
bounty as such described of koranic loot.
my heart unto all
in song of downfall among dwarf
within hmm to man's hum ciphered
as the story be told in man's tongue,
yet be it, dwarfs' loneliness
*the pipes were roaring,
the winds were mourning,
the trees like torches
blazed with life.*
then dumb fool i too,
to have broken with sabbath into
every single day,
and lay claim,
laid claim i had
written this versus
in the arc of covenant obligations
served only by the cool of the riddled
grip of the impressed finger,
of dwarf above man, of, of the echo so in longing missed.