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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