Alabaster White
Alabaster white, brazen in bold
can’t be bought or sold!
Silent as it is Sinister
somehow that alabaster glows?
Surface, a bony texture; cracks, fissures
like something living once long ago
in antediluvian halls…
A house sits in its red marrow, bone-white walls!
not knowing tomorrow only knowing what is heralded
of bone white, gold intricate
filagree serpentine, imagery!
Of alabaster, old brazen n bold like cast bronze figurines
of unknown deities calling out
to touch fingers tips…
Caress, seeing the texture of bones
cracks n fissures like ancients skulls at rest
this thing of alabaster, cold!
Silently sitting sinisterly.
…alabaster bold somehow defies eons that fold
alabaster white blazing of an unknown…disaster!
Cryptic life resting in antediluvian wombs
a forgotten world borrowed deep
in the red marrow…tombs!
forgotten by tomorrow pushing faster
unknown, cold, old encrusted in
Ancient
...Alabaster
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