Coalface,digging.Black shadows dislodge,falling downs syndrome.
Under the lines,a spirit level.Yellow canary warnings-CAUTION!
To spill the wine of truth,one needs clearing fluid.Drink to me!
Self-sedation or sobriety?Magickal thinking ,primitive emotions.
Life and art splendor in the grass huts burning on paper.
When the Muse allows ,every target is yourselves.
Slice a random personality ,spill secrets on every stage
Plays and scripts are made of this(self-revelatory rage
Anger clouds into black lines /crowds peck at stories
Seeding rumors(how much is true?)among the gossip columns
For you have sliced your days in bread,and served all hungry
Loaves and fishes might temporarily satisfy,yet miracles have pricetags
The first is belief,the second trust,the third expectation
To meet these @midnight crossroads,one must sacrifice a child
Usually your inner one will do-yet,if greater needs prevail
What you write will be how you failed.
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