Amulets and Goblets (re edit)

 
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I'd tell you a tall story,
though        
you'd have to lend me your ear;       
a drink or three, 
make them long & tall
in smokey glass;  
And I, 
like my tale to tell;
Whispering      
twisting
back and forth..
till earthward bound  
winding pathwards 
till your door be found     
preventing my voice escaping        
breathless imprints  
captured on ear drums beating.      
     
Though,      
maybe brief of tongue wagging;      
this inclusion,
small incision;        
a swirl of leaves to a sudden gust;       
Till settled, rearranged,       
calm;       
Different be the outlook found.  
   
In it's conclusion;
An assumption it isn't,      
on little given in change,
as the mind lays 
many footprints.        
       
Hot to cold air,
breathing out on a lovers      
darkened veil
       
My discoveries  
unchanged the world        
won't turn many keys        
to answers found 
Unlocked without mystery.       
       
I carry many trinkets;        
Amulets without power,     
Goblets of wishful truth to 
pour many a sorrowful taste.        
       
[i]come..come;   
I insist;       
Have a seat, and your ear
I'll tell unforgotten tales into.