full of sin!
dull of pen!
human sacrifice
worship in vice
if these measures are calculated
then, these treasures were speculated !
belonging to the longing of stubborn pigeons with hysterical religions
flying against the whim of stained windows
vocal crescendos, basking in the heated black
hallowed framed attacks at the track
multiple fanged masked jacks
cards played right in front of their face
reasonably selective: seasonably reflective
it’s a nursery rhyme of chess l and i confess
these bishops of venetian orders, lie politically setting up rightful and wrong borders
lighting up so pretty the misery of human consumption
even in ‘people sighting’ the city is assumptions chance
already stepped in a dance of melodic out loud intentions!
what’s slothfully stayed, became the staggeringly slayed!
and so on and so forth …
so here i return in one
as the winds claimed son
chasing the feather that has weathered and remained!
renewed through, as mirrors are truthfully sustained!