The Hour of Completion

(Edit #2)

I sweat every thing

From the system, and now

I can walk through the fire...

...I can dance on the flame...

...But I still feel this nagging

Insistence, and drive

To make with black shadows

That lean on my frame...

O, o, my whole woes

That continue

To grow...

...Festering at the

Base of bent, cracking

Spine.

We slink around fences,

And slide into holes...

...It’s a wonder I'm still

Finding fractions of time.

The hour calls down...

...It’s heard all over town!...

...There are some who

With pleasure

Doth heed...

And then others who’ve

Lost

All their skills to the dross

That consumes one with

Devilish speed.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire