As the crow flies

by feather flight, of chance delight

/a meta in my madness/

my frac-tured sight, at warm candlelight

a horseness in my...

a passage of rite, oh hallowed site

gladness? maybe,

kindness surely

as I look out, as far as the crow flies

I see the semblance of being

Ace in the pack,

something I've never been

perhaps the Joker, or one

the Lesser

never a King, Queen or Jack

always a (pawn)

I like the thimble, though

the dog or car makes more

sense...but it's just a game

like-life, in many ways

of course, coarse

coarseness, whatness?

d r y tongue, cough

un-digested re-gret

stale biscuit

soak-ed the sweat

I approach the floor

on bent knee

I never do this

address the past/passed

solemn and contrite

do the obeisance/seance

light a candle

pour the amber

b u r n my

d r y cough with peat

stand up

and face it all

with tear-filled eyes

punch-ed gut and

/strick/-en thighs

as I look out

as the crow flies

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: For the Unfiltered Challenge - uses some of Poppy's Prompt's #9.

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