reeking glee

When time crawls like a toothless,

Against prayers to nature for pace.

Glee turns gray with wings wagging dust,

Smoke enough to fill lungs to catch fast.

 

Past over the iron nerves for a bit scare,

An occasion for sleep to draw fear.

Prize never be as prized as pursuit,

A truth mud men failed to spear.

 

Blinded stirring of limbs about,

In frantic fashion with tired passion.

Kisses to choke; warmth to burn,

Fillings to orphan; visions to blur.

 

Stillness that clogs the skin pores,

Flows sweat in the veins, reeking being.

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