aDarkerMind

the slyness of a quartered moon

as drifts the sinews of broken hand

through uncharted veins of a daughters snow

now lights the wrath of the urchins beaten brow;

as seethes the slyness of a quartered moon

at time o\'clock now sleeps the hawk of seas

on cormorant tongue where spies the teeth of mist;

at this time of ungodly hour

where pretence gleams with pretentious whit

where suffers the sackcloth on coals of a salted wound;

light be the mood of earths upending room

bright be the brood of befuddled mud on Pastorias cheek

as rod and staff dive deep into the ghost of heaving chest;

so parts the ways of the parting of the sea

now dead the enchantment dethroned by loves stammering speech

so sleeps the motherless swan in her mothers womb;