A liturgical darkness pains the
wriggling web of a praying star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates
obsolete centers to contrive the
offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection,
as to abort the scene.
Whose spelling could not boast a
mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples a bucket of well water
down the throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my
stable, that I may act in accordance.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
A liturgical darkness pains the
wriggling web of a praying star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates
obsolete centers to contrive the
offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection,
as to abort the scene.
Whose spelling could not boast a
mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples a bucket of well water
down the throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my
stable, that I may act in accordance.
