Dewly

Mingling obscure Heuens

In hire baundoun

Watching old shrines erect

Bleeding away old triumph

 

Condescending holynesse

Wheper, chatter filled

Hold my peace, to thou stynk

The depnes… I bere

 

Flourishing my needs

The malt of Lazarus, sprinkled

Resilient stalks

No need for hidden clocks

 

To myne skull, these remindful jags

Pitched as rich tangerines

Mouths of spittle poysoun

Efterward, painted perishable

 

A song and a dance, contrived

For erratic plans dispersed

Though of contrary importance

A harmony of dome, descry

 

 

-Leah