By Cather For Rye
by Mark Miller © 08/17/2016
Sable of night repeals our
Hidden mirrored abuse
Puzzle pieces draw out
Fancy flights made bliss
Can't you hear as fear
Drowns the solar rain gray
Shapely holes alone stray
Grasping for future hour riffs
In hybrid blue the blood wrap clause
Selling ink stains historic loss
Under lanterns light we gather
Stoic streets of concrete keep
It's a myths devise that slip
Our distaste with violent disgust
Sleeping conscious stealth margin
Delivered delights of texts sent
Of playtime children like kindred
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