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a devil and a crone

set for liftoff
get these machine parts moving
right these wrongs
reset these bones

somehow eldritch
someone silent
something wicked
this way comes

put back into place
popping off the page
hunger thick as spit
laying hands upon the sick

immersion in that sea
where I can see forever
thirst still deep as sin
laying circles on the sand

in lazy circuits
twisting clouds
sunrise payments
until mid-afternoon

circumnavigate her
crystal water's croon
with waves that split like migraines
hearts that cry monsoons

meet down by the river
let black waters stir
abyssal shadows filter
flit from ember to air

countdown counterculture
lift a voice unsung
burn against my fingertips
dancing on my tongue

glossolalia
another language lost
living just to babel
wishing to be her host

cut this out from under
spilling plans I laid
to ride across these oceans
to just lay here for days

set the pace just faster
eager ferry rides
crowning toward disaster
zenith of the tides

oh bring me that smooth tone
dalliance of strings
and break with me my love
until it doesn't mean a thing

such a desperate haze
of meaningless riposte
so I hide here in your gaze
shaded sliver of hopes

a silver coated moon
the touch of an embrace
a devil and a crone
laying hands upon the sun

a devil and a crone



Photo Credit: Helena Jankovičová Kováčová, Pexels, https://www.pexels.com/@helen1/

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