Circle Takes The Square
Crowquill

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams,
but these pills we found just make me sleep.

There's nothing quite so pure
as the written word my dear,
so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.

Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here
steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.

Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood
that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince
my aching mind
that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.

Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme
when you can't see the ground from that ledge
and this perch is so far, far from the nest.

Gravity doesn't grant me
the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark
with that feather I found
but its all so contrived.
My genes didn't bless me
with the foresight of a sage
but I know how this will end,
in apologies and ink on the page.

A slowly constructed crow quilled confession
of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board,
so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
as base as a bridge in a song
and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat
on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.

With our voices in harmony,
the offering,
of a crow quilled threnody.


Mirror lyrics:

of a crow quilled threnody.
the offering,
With our voices in harmony,

all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat
and less like the poem that I promised you.
as base as a bridge in a song
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
black waterproof ink scars the board,
of my spirit to all of you,
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession

in apologies and ink on the page.
but I know how this will end,
with the foresight of a sage
My genes didn't bless me
but its all so contrived.
with that feather I found
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark
I don't stumble into anything
the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
Gravity doesn't grant me

and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
when you can't see the ground from that ledge
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme

that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.
my aching mind
scheming to convince
that's passed through my longing veins,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,

Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.
steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Angel of the spires climbs here
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.

Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
so lets have ourselves a little poem.
as the written word my dear,
There's nothing quite so pure

but these pills we found just make me sleep.
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams,


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