HumanityA Poem by PerditionYou were the shoulder of Gaia The hissing clouds as mournfully they evaporated into cries I remember how constantly I would sit alone in my tiny chair Eyes shielded from your slang, wandering past the stairways And into the streams of attic where you slept How I loved to scratch at your eternal door Throw beetles atop your bed as You fed so well on the smaller things I gathered I remember listening to how I should best sit Listening to the rattle of your themes Incapable of imagining the places you had stored up or The colors of night you had abhorred come sunrise Willfully, I called the petals into silence by your side Touching them briefly as love and Tossing back all such that I should live briefly and painfully in
knowledge Beneath your floor.. I remember the scratching, all too well perhaps of your skeletal whims
reaching up Clambering down into my thirsty soul, Your plans patiently watched over me so The product of your indolent pride Now you have called me home again to fill your cause with reason To place an asp, hidden inside my deserted tongue, And let its poison sway in trance your life once more It is, as it always was When white-shelled horns Turn in bedlam to green © 2015 PerditionAuthor's Note
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