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Bark and I Shall Sing

I could even dance
to your command,
pull these strings,
and my body belongs
as my arms flap about
like fish out of water.

—-—

Traces of you lie everywhere
like the dust of dead skin.
I flake in your name
as you fill my double-void.
Use me as mere possession,
and when I earn my freedom,
you will have yours.

—-—

The season turns.
Leaves grow profusely
at the onset of Spring.
The urge to kill
every feeling.
Time does its own healing.
I come to you
to beg forgiveness,
yet I hold my tongue.
So send in the clouds
and raise your shield
as I begin my masquerade.

—-—

X roads:
a time to contemplate,
imitate a moment of success.
Oculus:
gateway to the heavens.
Greed lies beyond the pastures.
Oh, divine Charity,
endurance never fails
to enjoy it,
regardless of emotion.

—-—

Overture of a weeping willow.
Hand to mouth,
a momentary whistle in the breeze.
Cascading desire.