"spooring" poems
You remind me of someone from a half remembered dream,
A silhouette from an epoch
That I have journeyed through fleetingly.
And then beside these sempiternal embers
I indulge in a pestilenntial reminisce,
Of the antiquated aeon of camaraderie
When the befuddlement inundates my anima like a swinging ragde.
I have been spooring thy sigil,
Through this deranged tourney of metampsychosis,
Only to be impelled by your unequivocal,
Benightedness surrounding my subsistence.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
a robust
and spooring spirit
walks our dreams of slander
commands an overview
as we correct in our slumber
if death this death ?
then bed we'll watch-ed be
in comfort and malleable
cycled blessfully
Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC