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And:  Objections lens, itself towards thee,

to wit between, your view and which witch being meant;

then instant caustic, bee an irritant,

belay beneathe ones behooved breasts, so suckling sweet.


Instant lei, be tossed aside, each thoughts soul waned;

a lass or low behold, as star to Isis’ suade,

centered such, two wills agonst each sole’s tree knells;

glanced therein twined flames, compassionate sweets kissed.


Upon… that time, when all one’s dreams held such mean,

perception’s stout myth, a mystery, without mind’s ends;

that battle, an epic fought, of words gentile friends,

becomes an adversaries clash of stinging bold works.


Serpent’s touch, toothed and hooves, these daze dawns,

obsolescence twined there, retiring a black queens pawn;

tongue remiss, salute’ pissed, reap that soul’s reward,

begins thereunto compassion’s truth: lets life rend.


And:  these serpent’s instants, glanced upon by them,

to believe one’s chance, perusal’s truth’s circumstance;

calms ablution’s thus, begins a Proust’s objection,

dissing’s hist, the shite hawks bled, one thousand hands spun.


Untoward comes the newest dawn, lines cleaned crowed,

dressage requites, the truth’s word wright, this Lord’s honed sward;

hissing’s bless, an annuls bliss, twice rings interred,

choirs sing out; that heeled tapping lads reincarnated!


Michael Darrell Walker

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