Monday, February 18, 2019

The One Who Knows the Names

These arrogant, rude, murdered
Words all followed me
As I drew them out

Like bats from their caves
And led them through the country
Where the people are all dreams.

These had usurped the living
Domes of bone that sheltered them,
Parasites feasting
On the riches of the mind.

I pulled them into the light
And arranged them, netted them,
Caught their flight in type.
Dreams behind now, back to night.

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