The Wish Master

Hello my wish, will you spell me with your charm
and drip your flighty flirt upon my golden armour,
days light passed now and stillness be's getting faster
thru this vessel of sweat and sweet glandular grind,
where handled nature holds tight to the meat of rope
reigning its burr and burn thru this body's hold on a steady line,
all to thinking beyond the vapour of mind lumped to the sparse
empty stare of a clue clung clang existence in the vicinity of no where to be and the all to be no where, blurred by the eyes fire a blush and a blaze in the beautiful agony of a scars weep come undone as the will would have it be in the even tide of a wish ruled by the masters slide