Intimates Within

The chap whose weight
has plied his ears
with cognations
gone amuck,
whose life began the moment
when his feet the lightning struck,
whose ruminations waddle
blazed in silver bells,
and whose adoration
beams befitting
words of singled swells,
this is he who blasts the show
and pilfers light at dawn,
and he alone who swims
beyond the sound within the fawn.

He listened for the heart beat
and he heard the muffled roar
and hesitated not at all
to open up the door.

The gaggled gaff and coopered pot
the megalithic foam
the nuanced lasered coffin spot
and lost and wasted comb,
each to every blessed ledge
that stepped and powers sway
are all for naught if only one
and none come out to play.

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