A
Shadows of Blood
An open secret carved in shadows of blood splattered stone
The rain whispers pearls
The pain covers worlds
That spin on time caved in word rows of wood and of bone
The writing in auto
Someone say yes and no
One is immune to the tune that is played without shame
Full of nothing now
Break a knee and bow
To an ancient awful cabal rite poison dust form to shatter
An ambient living screen a digital telephone
An open secret carved in shadows of blood splattered stone
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-04-15 at 12:35
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