Unlucky horseshoes, strewn around the fields, where I used to play. Captured ankles after curfews, absconded sword and shield, laugh at me from yesterday. I used to cry with curlews, now my mouth is sealed, like the word unsay. Broad and mighty purviews, are now wisps that yield, to ground on which they lay.
You’ll never understand, the pain with which you struck me. The young outstretching hand, has wizened into an old and grizzled duppy. The noose I wear by your demand, has the same shape and plans, as those; hateful, possessive, and, damned; horseshoes unlucky.
Does the inkling stain of an untattooed hole and another teethless grin explain the sinking shame of a sunken soul? Needled punctured spirit of unholy porous stories get underneath the skin creepy crawling minutes a minor’s corpus quarried. Evanesced trauma and potential left odd outlined fingerprints like belief absolving sin by the purported reverential Godly eyed/bedeviled glints.
I was Sacrificed on the Altar of Innocence.
Still misshapen flat screeching; grief. Childer’s; forsaken crescendoed deliverance. Open-mouthed caves; youth’s open graves. Yearn to be filled; in muddy melodied relief. The undertaker only bends; to dissonance.
Pray tell, Janus, how, does, it, feel? Does, your steel’s, duplicitous, reflection, reappear? When, the, officed, place, your, only-thought, used to, lay, it’s, bulbous head, blossoms, into, a, tangible idea? Does, the bedrock’s, stele, make, flowering mettle, of, the insecure hay? And, from, the ore, did, a, garden-variety, blacksmith, bow, kneel, and, forge, a sword, for, you, to, falsely, slay, the poltergeist’s, of, those, evil, sons, and, daughters, seeded by, that, shiny, yet, mistrusted, Monarchy of Fear?
So, pray tell, Janus, how, does, it, feel? Does, your steel’s, duplicitous, reflection, disappear? When, your mettle, is, made molten? Does, it, maim, to see, your, valued core, first, loosen, then, wobble, as, you, backtrack, sore, and, falter, on hearing, the, magma mists, of, you, hiss, and, squeal? Is, cerulean, gold, scarlet, and, purple, all, that, you, listen to, here? Does, the, imperious, court, within, your mind, reveal, only, Knaves-Jesters-Jacks-and-Jokers? And, does, the, gilded line, (you speak of naught), that, you, and, your; Kings, and, Queens, crossed, of yester, split; all, of, your faces, in, two, with; royal-blue, hot, i-ron, pokers?
The answers, as always, were; curved, and, swerved. In, a, spineless, motion, with, gall, but, without, feeling, or, nerve. Pride, watched on, unaware, of, the fall, that, lay, beyond, the cliff, where, evil, is, served.
Once, upon, a crime, unconscionable, grime, started to, eat away, at me; mouldy. But, I said, “I am fine. At least none of the time.” as, the snows, set, in gray, mixed, with, green, coldly.
Twice, upon, a shrine, I battled, a couple, of, faces, seperated, by, a, single, line. They, went, by, the name, of, Janus. Cries, and, prattles, of, zodiac signs, and, serrated intent, cut, through, lives, of, nine, and, cats, had, twelve kittens, in, their places.
Thrice, upon, a shine, a magic number, frequented, and, a trio, of, doored futures, occurred. There, was, one, boring, benign, and, one, unrelented, and, a final one, so, silly, that, it, was, absurd. I, asked for, none of them, instead, for, the windows, above, them. So, I, cleaned, polished, and, brushed, them. Then, as, I, declined, the Moon, presented, a fourth option, deferred. It, was, a future, of, mine, as, free, and, uncemented, as, the, upward, cascading, ghost, of, a bird.
And, finally, hencefourth, upon, that, which, is, divine, I, now, fly, over, and, across, universal divides, filled, with, sky, knowing, that, in, every, teardrop, that, I cry, lives, great, galaxies, of, wondrous, light, and, that, my sadness, creates, the forces, of, life.
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