All In Good Time
Awakened by a siren
Aching like a wound
We're driven out as we utter
The turnings of the womb
Swelling as we're tutored
By the wendings of desire
Swept away by water
Travestied by fire
The vital force of irony
Stabs us like a brier
Churning up a whirlwind
As we tumble in the mire
Vanquished by an idol
Beguiled by a look
Overwhelmed by a smile
Or twisting on a hook
We're spun and cut by the fates
In pursuit or in retreat
Gurgling like infant kings
Or bawling in defeat
Written by © Raven Drake
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