Stilted swings on the shadows
swoon nightly as do creatures
accords.
I pursue my dreams in
them they self
and swoon in pursuit
of a virtual lust and mistake.
Help be thy name
the name on every wall
and mirror.
Sacred, sacred still stint
and stilted in the night.
In the night, in rage
and hallow echoes of fear.
Fear, the foul word and truth.
A virtue lust and gamble and
find pharaoh’s fault in the
fake Nile.
Pursued in and to
their ends
fought with honor and valor,
lost, won, and all the
evermore.
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