A dark Creature

A dark Creature

I wet your split neglected tongue

(it is the close of the time period characterized by wonders)

Get together to your close dead hand

Sing delicately and truthfully into the hush.

Embittered tumours, yellow as daylight

Yellow as the small flying creature.

Adjacent the small winged creature

Is singing, calling, vibrating its tongue

A quill wrapped pulse, so light and craving

Gently itself to a sort of inexplicable occurrence

Prepared, when you bit the dust to end the hush

Balanced, feet bended around the cleric's hand

We say 'i suppose he crushed my hand'

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