New Heights to Shoot For
In veneration...
...Aren't
Our Days of
Mystery
Enveloped
In a
Sheath
Of cliffhangers,
And Sphinx
Brain twisters?...
Stars,
That dangle
Like a bribe,
Possess a
Gift to
Jibe
With inmost
Longings...
And lost
Sisters.
Our severance
She sights,
With her
Enormous
Turn,
New footing
Paved with lights...
...Old coma will
Unfold by
Morning...
Skin...
...This breading
That we're in,
Deceives the
Ponzi'd Eyes...
...Egg-whites
Crack...
...Drowning
Discordant
Warnings.
In veneration...
...Aren't
Our Days of
Mystery
Enveloped
In a
Sheath
Of cliffhangers,
And Sphinx
Brain twisters?...
Sweet,
As anyone
Could eat,
The cycles
Hatch, and
Sweat...
New
Christenings
Contain
Old blisters.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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