RHYTHM IS THE INSTRUMENT
Ministry without religion, since 2013.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
ROUGH DRAFT OF AN EPITAPH
O lucky me—a deviant servant
to thee, arcane master
Poetry;
always, the more I committed to these
strange handcuffs you offered,
the sweeter
it seemed the plainest thoughts
would be—of coveting
your keys.
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