Raise word
Raise vibration

Raise voice
Raise temperature

One
mans truth
can rule the lies of many

a spoke
be spun
to a wheel in turn

gathering

its
earth asunder

Be
non stick
to a question

and
glue to an answer

A fell sweeps claim oer an oceans crawl
Its swell held steady on her masters wheel
On tip of tail
Rip pelts its gain
To faces of white oak
Fleshing its lash to stern a skreel

Akin spill brine oer crested seal
Flayed to a heap on star of board
Meets mercy to a shantys wail
Scored deep inside her blackened hold

Buckles bound to chain and silk
Be heckle fetched to flattery
A brat un bridled to its helm
On wish be forged her majesty

I to let
on all be guesting
this house of requiem ascension

Evoke
U surp this incantation
Stung into a dislocation

Heads on crick end
Neck a keel
Gulp upon a dry repeal

Blood a rune in gurt be fester
Scented to its hazel pine
Zip a crux to ravens jester
Lusting on the grip of vine

I would
have chosen death


had I known
how good a life could be