Grim’s Posterboy

By the corner, its peculiar scent hung
Dripping first drop of light
My skin curtained curtails
Blood blue by morn’
A brain freeze came upon me
I assumed a feint stare
An image shivered above my lens
A mazy, dusk lear
I longed to know what it spoke
I yearned to know how it felt
The dark ground wet, muddied
Muddled paths encroached there
How dare I reap such reach
Lamps in woods come searching me
Might I make my way out soon ~ excluding arm’s defeat
Patrolling arms refute, patrolled heads refuge
They dwell in higher temples and do what thinkers do
They dance the danse macabre, conversing thoughts undrab
Lonely by its nature, they know the powers I hav’

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