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Restoration
Life & stress alone
yet owned
by the dirt of dusk
& evening chill,
lord of fools
come to fly
on temple dust-
a modern daze, faith: declined
the ~pleasure snake~
whispered on
golden time-held
tongue & trial
worth its weight
in salt & loss-
the toll of the street patrol,
gloats & glaives
the halcyon days
across our
throats…
heart & soul
(each with brain)
dawning upon
the basking
basilisk gaze:
the Old Man is
always
down the road~
to sweat the fear
of king & fool
‘neath the fleshing hill
of bygone days…
urge & cry
outside, alone,
ancient house
is settling still
a poignant driven
nail of time
through an aching spine,
(thoughts &
prayers are
bones in stone
by then)
gone to dust
on the groaning wind.
Convalescing
tears & earth
disowned.
No fool of dirt
come to speak
the final rites
at the burial site.
I welcome home
my bones to stone.
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