it is
T i M e, she ringer ringer bringer destroyer/
brings me back to me
it is time, bled bled blood death Nightingale, pale slim forest
taste of executioner exile
oh! the One
he calls on me (princess maiden forest beast) split tongue
at his behest
all the while I swing a while
at the mist edge
~
this is love
the dark edged tar forrrest~(run, run!!! draw/n down~)
wolfhead grey lush: he bereft bereft, the King–
meager measly hanging there skin
hungry & fanged
still–glimmr eye
friendship road & fang toothed tithe till
grandpa black’s ancestor trees shhhh shhh swishhhh toil speak
tongued. forked n creek run. speak
to me, it was a long book, large, rubied & with the baubles
still meant~
to be writ? what–
only i can See
~
it is purple blue
it is my wife in my one true heart bump bump
it is wiley, keepin the
beat
it is out back tortured swamp saline green
selki myths in mists at her feet
& banjo riddles, good fun & brotherly love
on the run
it is what i cannot know, imagine
or care to divine
carnival, yet not
harlequin, yes. true
it is NOT YOU
~
it is
mine
KdadaB 