Hex
i've been
writing like
i've been
possessed
my goal
isn't money
my goal
isn't success
but i know
that my world
would unfold if
i were told you no
longer trode
upon it's soil
or to allow
mud to come
between your
toes or your
nose never
to steal a
sniff off of
a newly
bloom
ing
flower
but i will
always
write
of
you and
always
about
you
so dance your fairy
dance around a ring
of mushrooms that
only come out at
night
and so
showing
me the door
that will
take me to
the king of the
wee folk or lore but
he can
no more
do what he
didn't do the
midnight before
and so sour
and sore
from
kneeling in
prayer's form
i beg not to be
asked visage no
more
to my yes
occipital lobe
as mechanics
become viewers
and i can see the
Titanic sink below
the waters that she
walks
upon
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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