a devil and a crone

set for liftoff

get these machine parts moving

right these wrongs

reset these bones

somehow eldritch

someone silent

something wicked

this way comes

put back into place

popping off the page

hunger thick as spit

laying hands upon the sick

immersion in that sea

where I can see forever

thirst still deep as sin

laying circles on the sand

in lazy circuits

twisting clouds

sunrise payments

until mid-afternoon

circumnavigate her

crystal water's croon

with waves that split like migraines

hearts that cry monsoons

meet down by the river

let black waters stir

abyssal shadows filter

flit from ember to air

countdown counterculture

lift a voice unsung

burn against my fingertips

dancing on my tongue

glossolalia

another language lost

living just to babel

wishing to be her host

cut this out from under

spilling plans I laid

to ride across these oceans

to just lay here for days

set the pace just faster

eager ferry rides

crowning toward disaster

zenith of the tides

oh bring me that smooth tone

dalliance of strings

and break with me my love

until it doesn't mean a thing

such a desperate haze

of meaningless riposte

so I hide here in your gaze

shaded sliver of hopes

a silver coated moon

the touch of an embrace

a devil and a crone

laying hands upon the sun

a devil and a crone

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