Saturday, April 9, 2016

Hapax Legomenon

The sacricolist of vocabulary
Haunts the scathefire ashes of amarulence,
Poking etymologies with pointed sticks
Hoping to find just the right obrumpent coal
Still containing the scelidate dragon's soul.
Everyone the world's defeated seeks redress,
But not everyone blames the world. If you do,
You must pursue your redemptions in the teeth
Of that which vanquished you. Magical thinking
Sends you in search of scorched earth, the dragon's lair,
Gardevisured, scanning fumificating
Heaps of dead and dying words for one meaning
That the dragon birthed, preserved, egg undeserved
Of origin, gold, molten key to your dreams.

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