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I Have Owned
Dark nights I have owned
frothing the ale
in a small room
off the cold moon
of twilight's nostalgia
with the dirt upturned
yet not a sound,
just them thar bones
and the naked eye of death
in the place, I call home
with lost faces in abstract
of blood in bloom
of twilight's nostalgia
suffering the fractures
the earth shifting beneath
feeling the spirit move me
with sweet dark tea
in my abracadabra
looking toward the east
with a carafe of insomnia
mounted by Mother Superior
tonsured by the sins
as the leaves turn
off the cold moon
frothing the ale
in a small room
off the cold moon
of twilight's nostalgia
with the dirt upturned
yet not a sound,
just them thar bones
and the naked eye of death
in the place, I call home
with lost faces in abstract
of blood in bloom
of twilight's nostalgia
suffering the fractures
the earth shifting beneath
feeling the spirit move me
with sweet dark tea
in my abracadabra
looking toward the east
with a carafe of insomnia
mounted by Mother Superior
tonsured by the sins
as the leaves turn
off the cold moon
Published 2nd Sep 2022
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