Seeds

Empty lines narrate this script
Shading my parchment with noise
Cumbersome lines aired unevenly
Upending the art of its poise
 
Muster a breath of depravity
Curtail the flesh of the moon
Stand beneath the lonesome heat
To evade the assembly in bloom
 
Wingless Angel flush of sable
Empty eyes deceive  
Mince the words spoke not of one
To rank in death’s reprieve  
 
Wistful bells sound for me
I am the courier of needs
I haven’t any wisdom left
I simply carry its seeds