Promise of the meek 24 May 2024
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Luscious lips encounter dry world Stranger sips what is hurled He knows not what is at stake on following snake Venom spat on my face is moved hails a start wincing smart my body falls on the mat a beggar to be approved I make signs as wilting frame sighs I repeat all the lies my heart beats drum in retreat as chest realigns Stranger goads the Earth falls in line Dark crossroads growing vine they point to junction unread where sum of me bled I hear noise of poles collapsing as my hands cut through toys soldiers again relapsing from fear of the lands The Goddess she saves the Kingdom embalms me molten three a picture of her to come wear me earthly dress She shatters known recollection weaving suns morrow’s sons their brides revealed in tatters wayward reaction I will might it possesses me gathered slight cerebral my mind a strange cathedral where seekers roam free Mind disjoint errors of judgement they imbibed atonement crystal balls from where I point to future described A lone swan I hide my feathers until dawn breaks my wings I purchased my reckonings from days of others Now hold still as truth unravels wicked ones that death shuns moving with corpse that travels for life to instill The brave look gaze fiercer than light it lingers on fingers laden on an offered cheek promise of the meek Reading of the poem:
Silent Witness – Eleven Moons