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NOSTRUM PANACEA
Drawn lines across bricks and bones
A just departure from ‘neath the loam
Nostrum panacea, truth from lies
Of the silence that pervades outside
And all these marks I’d carry through the dream
One tally at a time, just to spite routine
Vineatic strands bridge between my hands
Quickening to peel away what time mends
Please ease the pain
Noose of sleep tightened by gravity
Slipping on ice of consciousness
As I fade beneath the waterline
Scars that glow, ghost of guilt
I look down, salt and silt
The inert, still life phase
By yourself, lost in place
Silver, this glitter, etched into sun rays
Staring past the bars and the windowpanes
Cacophony of the bittern, a starlit song
Heard from these walls in which I belong
These faces are of memories tangible
I could touch them, they’d look away at once
Morning’s breath is staining the sills
Dead rivers, I trace pasque in my heart still
Revolving equilibrium
Like tired leaves kissed by gentle gust
Falling
The nape of my neck is bare
It reminds me that I’m alive, when I’d sooner die
Pariah of the fireflies
A token for that moment in a child’s life
Seen naught but wonder carved in their eyes
Their innocence equivalent to stars that dive
Like the blinking of that alien light
Published 1st Nov 2016
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