Worming through the icy ground
Fertile infertile; gagged and bound
Evening crawls like so many scarabs
On the skin of the vestal scab
Taste it on your lips anon
Like the sentient soma
Abridging the aether in the act
Of hiding in the open forgotten facts
Soothsayer, clairvoyant
Can you read my mind from lofty heights?
Can you see my soul without fright?
Dare you?
Infantile
Facsimile
Asinine
Florid
Break me off a piece of lurid
Hoard it in the small of your back
Let it fester in the dark
Bring out for joyous occasions
Bring it out, for dark liaisons
Resolve
Obstinate
Obdurate
Opportune
Play on me another tune
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