M,
"If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it still make a sound?"
the sound akin
a honey bee
guarding her hive
alive
with tiny wings
not letting
not forgetting
anyone
shan't slip on by
the dance
floors tapped
mouths taped
trapped
together
as shuffles brush the polish
illuminating
off the dwellings
of her naked floor
resound
praise
a knock upon the door
echoes
chambers
on knee
begetting
soul
deepened in pools of green
a serenade
the world hath never seen
inside
growing rings
wrapped upon a tree
beginnings
blooming
branch reaching branch
two entrance
eye to eye
we climb, we climb
worlds escape
eclipsing to be free
passed in between
intrigue
allure, amoré
attracting
moments evermore
a tongue, a key
a Bee
ever free
Went a shrewd shaver t' moaning monk
ñ a dark day's hurled hay tactic ton.
''f felon feast b' a callous cod thrown,
sate h', robed 'n gaunt grief, girdle ''f gloom 'n' throe.
"Go to, why wrapped in throbbing thoughts?
Why thy instinct with jeff joy fought?
Anon come a nocturnal nymph
t' bruise his breath - gullible gores t' dig."
Ergo rerouted moaning monk
gaunt grief, throbbing throe 'n' callous con.
"Send not this sinner's breath astray.
Address the nymph, I'll return t' pray."
Whence, quit moaning monk his voyage;
Sly shaver tamed his keen knowledge.
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Note:
a) of moaning monk.
b) Written apace with the Modern English lexis:
i) cod - man
ii) Jeff (circus) - a rope
iii)Ergo - then
iv) Whence (literary) - then
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) t' - to
ii) ñ - no
iii) ''f - of
iv) b' - by
v) h' - he
vi) 'n - in
vii) 'n' - and
viii) t' - to
M,
Her eyes see through me
past my musk barrel chest
toasted and aged
spawned from ambers of grain
into makings of a soul
marked by the slit of her knife
blood trailed into oblivion
seducing death at the foot of my heart
black and burnt
begging to be let out
it lies but doesn't lie
as chambers call for her truth
she sees through me
and I see her looking
into the swirl of the night
fading closer than the moon
Sometimes(now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now//spill
horrified goldfish meeting
air/myopic eyes; live cataract-like
but still & now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
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