Conceal, don't cleave.
Come down, then breathe.
Hold fast onto
what you once showed,
what you once knew,
and you once trowed.
See; every eye mocks jaded shine
Those tricky trees fall into line
My feet cling to the coma clouds:
My toes and legs but leaves and boughs.
Once more: Arouse!
From where once elderflowers grew
A tarnish creeps into my view
Obscure, yet relied
Distrust, I confide.
You feast on me
while I drift deeper.
I ingrain into you
Attentive sleeper
With blackened brow and cloying tongue
A vast of hymns remain unsung.
I feast on you
Your hands are mine
We're cyan chimes,
Are scarlet twine.
Unlashed, long-lost
Awake again,
First orage-tossed
remorseful then.
In awe I kneel, indign, am slight:
A poached enigma in anthracite light.
Epiphany lingers, deriding disguise
Vestige of my ruin, reroot in the skies.
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