Echoes Made

Attention please
I’m buying time
Would you sell to me
For some of mine
My bellicose
Deranging eyes
Strip the leaves
From healthy vines

Echos made
To vibrate like
A dot in space
Breath in haste
To bitter tasting
A sucker for
What fears me daily

Conscious controlment
The paperwork skewed
The life of the filing
Has a life of its own

In burrowed offensives
The masochist’s home
In calm clear objective
The sadist responds
The firm self-reflection
Yourself that you hate
A portal of versions
That swirl between changelings in phase

Mithering particles
Dust into dust
Sweeping arrangements from god or just luck
Equate to missed fortune
Of life and of flesh
Rend head from the gas lamp
And let smoke light the way


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