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eileen Nov 2019
I'm now a nocturnal animal
don't ask me how
I will teach myself to love dawn

study the moon and sun close together
just for a short while

all good things are temporary

cold and lonely
somebody hold me

restless again
I see no sleep today
maybe tomorrow
A M Oct 2018
I
Pluperfection of the past
A passive exists yet not to be
King to corruption to the loved
Dogma in the barbarian’s anarchy

II
New pages to fill
Old ways to rebuild
A birth irreplaceable by mockery
The earth salted yet again

III
Superimposition ex hollow, hallowed knowledge.
Power in our holy heresiarchy
Fire in the humble hearts of our pious clergy
Closure in our medial devotions

IV
Nocturnality, of the space between passivity.
Thoughts of past and future orders.
Magnificent putrefaction of our holy books
Together beyond the demon-blinded sun

— The End —