I
cannot explain my existence I
never learned the sequence
mine was a comic wilderness filled
with oppressive beings
high on illusionary power bought
and paid for with my sweat and toil I was
so tired of being shoehorned into those awkward instances I
turned on to the dark
to get my business fixed some
use smooth words for ragged purpose they beguile to deceive and I was only too
willing to be deceived
I’d seen his face before but we all have he served me black wine I drank it greedily straight from the bottle it filled me up and I became a beast my face is fluid now it can take on many forms and though I speak with
the tongue of angels my heart is dark and empty I’ve been totally locked
out but he has
the master key
all
words are instrumental that’s what he taught me the real power resides
in the space between the curses invocations
and fragrant lies that’s
the space between naked intent and imagination words are snares for the
unwary but weapons in the hands of lovers he
had words to raise the dead and to bury the living he made me his sounding
brass he wound me
counter clockwise and
set me against myself
just another clockwork monkey clamouring
for the sun
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