You
You move
Like some mythical beast
Who would not have been you
If there were any options
Your thoughts
Are like some invisible sculpture
Draped in the deepest mysteries
Of the madness in man's dreams
You speak
Like some antediluvian prophet with your
Arcane gestures and half forgotten metaphors
Dredged from somewhere in the deepest past
Copyright © Richard Autry | Year Posted 2014
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