KEEP YOUR WORD
If only I'll wait I'll care for snapping
fingers for the locket of polity I am
strung out will stitch to my throat,
savour the cozening blank out,
I'll burnish the thought, alive
to ash and creed blank as they stir
deleted pretty sparks and either
talk or turn my face away
for words that burn, feeding
news to me and the less earth scorching
nothing less if I wait, blank turbid
drip of fire, icing
every day by day succeeded,
flowing as a molten exit,
sanity delayed, forever
craving fire held as I am.
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