I watch you sleep in perfect symmetry while I weep for irrevelant thought
And the best I can do is meld into this kind of frantic slow motion.
The vaunted shroud.
I once avowed
I'd see you cowed.
That blessed elixir racing through your veins
the gentle wieldy chains
hold fast and harbor pains.
Written is as written does.
Never is as never was.
And hearts breathe in clouds of malady.
Sing songs of rightful remedy
wed with tithes of tempered ferocity
It bleats nonplussed, an ardent, stolid mimicry.
Rife with the purity of a definite uncertainty.
A base defiler.
My place is beside her.
In my mind
a grand design
the ties that bind
still give me sign
And I'll swaddle you in magnificent sojourn.
As the wolf nuzzles the chickadee.
As my blood cries out for harmony.
Longing evermore to dance across parted lips.
Can you teach me superstition?
Can you light the dark corners and swallow the rivers of mud?
A taste sickly sweet.
Maple syrup and Lye.
It's that twinkle in your eye.
Can I repent?
Can I erase time spent?
You can unleash the beast
Or beat it back.
Or you can stay here with me between and betwixt the red and black.