Admit One
Admit One
He stares at the scene on the wall,
obscene shadows projecting private Revelation.
Bony fingers giving emphatic
instruction.
Calling for the call.
Mesmerized in a dark conversation,
conversion, perversions.
Darknesses etherium in condensation.
He turns to the window to see the glowing eyes staring in.
It's Sarzabella! Up in the tree.
Looking for the quickest way to a bowl of something!
Get in here you little spider-monkey-
kitty.
You little prankster-branch shaker.
You have a future in twisted trixter, puppetree?!
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