Methods of Exposition: ?????: A Riddle

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I endure ritual torture---flayings. 

Every morning they rake me with a span of needle points

Or smash and wrench and drown me skillet flat.

If I am favored with a benefactress then

Scooped and ladled up into slanting shapes.

Noon glowers at my disintegration!

I am whisked back from melting 

To shades of anarchy, 

Forbidden to curve before the stained windows

That chamber into their Intellect.

Somehow they perceive my conspiracy to splay 

My aching body out in flaming tantrums.

Alarmed, they unbind, and in sovereignty

I dance ecstatic waves across the dreaming brow.

 

Time delights to embrace me.

The sunlight whispering tranquilly into twilight,

Metamorphing from honeyed gold to grey.

Or like the soothing surface of the sea,

Receding smoothly to bestow 

A dimpled twinkle, upon the beaming beach beneath.

Author's Note

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