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