Repic

Night goes wrong gone by gone Eleven sharpened by bell tolls Last wipes failed in scrambled line Shake the grip till bleached Squeezing of faith blows a worship dirt Night closes sins by wrong summon Twelve pointed by curved hands Silence gasped with dark lullaby Trivium lied about lines and curves Engaged big rhetoric wrapping logic Night designated as a place curse No more clock numbers shown The bell blinded all clangs Agony straddled a hundred murmurs Fro and prone wrecked in pieces Ante meridian written out all loads Sketch phobia noticed panic Galloped dimes to the Lord Mashed five fingers full of tones Here you are debris clings Belonging to the forenoon or moon Since the first as scratches furs Marked colors both kiss and prick Breeches of crying goes blotto Stoned drawing flashed hustle soul Thrones and domes breed fleet Grinding wave of anon pruned bristles All red and reddish Aware the morning lapped rest Mopped silhouette of you