Oh that I were a but a blemish
On a hallowed wall
Oh that I were a locust
With its hollow shawl
Rather I bathe, known and anointed
For passive swatting
Give me everscorn and prick kicking
Share the morsel of poverty and pleading
Take from me this obtuse fence-sitting
Oh that I were but a spider
On a hated net
Oh that I were holocaust
With its horror set
Rather I stew, grown but unplanted
In earthen dowry
Rip from me this idling banishment
Forgo absolution
Abolish forgoing
Have I squandered all birthright with tender keeping?
Like lovers mummified and embalmed by the eons of a former self
these celestial bodies align and form a more perfect persona
borealis birthing afresh from dusty musty creaking pallid
a clean shave, silken youth dances around this subject
stopping the bottle putting the quench in vanquish
screething, blating, kratharing and dounce
nemesis traits submerge into collective
concurrent erosions force expulsion
wisps bugbears tentacly cthulious
cerebral stratospheric debris
Phosphoresce all the mess
magnetic fields on fire
conjur constellation
exhibit examples
motion in a poe
trees outward
rooting deep
plants firm
stumbles