I sat and looked into the wall Oh what did I conjure? The wall was white and chipped and tall To where did I ponder? I heard my mother’s frightened yelp Oh which sweet ode was sung? The bang the scratch the yells for help For which noblesse harp strung? “Do as I say.” I heard her feet “Stop hiding.” Next she ran “Listen to me.” She yelled and fell “No damned respect.” She wept and screamed She cried And tried Clawed and clung Begged and plead Bled with dread Battered and used The walls were white And chipped And I swore at father I would never booze Grip of Men Touch of Angels Luna et Sol Dance in cosmic glory Round and round They twirl our hearts Pull our tides And sprout our seeds Holding night fixed Canvas of starlings Ma chère Little star Fields of wheat The thrones of Emperors Know not of Your golden hair Heir of cosmic glories Cherub of constellations Harp of my heart you strung Dream of my eye you wore I held your hair it dripped honey It wisped away close pains I saw your eyes their fae country they freed me from my chains I bit your tongue of night’s stardust To scratch and claw the real I forced inside my deathly lust To dream a scape Ideal
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