DeifiedA Poem by getinthecarpleaseNo slight of hand beyond the slightest cold overmorrow The sextant signs an altitude to grasp No wandering doppelganger clasps the mirror edge And the water is slowly dredged A famine of lines that plague our minds And waterfalls face the river brow Crawling through a shadow and aching in the light No carefree traveler tries to spite my nights...alone in the grass Breaking like the hourglass; laid time upon my finds Looking inward with a confidence to see me in a scene Waking in the dream, the mountain calls for my fall from the excursions we took to align The signals marginalized and spliced by the editor No film to be shown whilst the windmill is blown Sporadic and creeping toward the lamppost which slices through the night A knife penetrating lonesome dark The rain hems around the melting grounds Lawns betrayed by the day as the reflection walks away The North weak then slaughtered as soil is gently watered No herb or flower rises in the darkest hour My immunity is caught and founders at the helm Conscience migrates to a memory And I am lost in the storm, the chronicle is born of settling ice Bathing in the spring and lacing up the string...setting sail on the snow bound jail as my tears of hail probe upon the faces of the weary souls No starless night shall reap the moon of her phase No tall tale shall conclude with weaping Black crosses lay upon the scorched earth Carried by the messiahs unknown to each other And none are real only scattered by lie Isolated from the sky No light shall touch the hands and no light soothes the muted bands The flagellants come marching to their fates We locked the gates and forsake our hate within this checkmate Shall we walk along the rivers edge and contemplate The vapors rise and wet my eyes The masks haunt the plague No remedy has caught the final words spoken The cathedral window has been broken for some time now It is stalking along the stony ledge It persecutes the thoughts I have wrought And the friends had sought a refuge from the chasing black And the end comes wallowing in the pools And the parchment is burnt before it could send...the words He has disappeared in the mist, the silver shadows Gone from the dawn without a conclusion to spark our confusion Has it all been illusions to soothe the unrest The haunting jest...the disillusions It is walking along the river's edge waiting...
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