Drop

rhyme and rhythm

Once were clouds cushion a black hole;

Wrath hole is chanting join us. No,

Moremine own; yet, I am.

I’ve chants of greater meaning by definition.

Where is the Lamb of God; Time

Transposes to a deep well.

Tides bid me well-being best oil.

Black, darkness, where thine silhouette.

No one can change my love or wreck

Our connotation.

B.

Depths below distributed and barren land enclosing

Every emotion. How I search for wings?!

I didn’t see a safety net. There will ring

Bells alikened to a tuba melodic voice.

Resounding. Black. Deep. Hemp. Seed, peppered.

We have vanished; I miss your choraling. It

Tempered gestures inside me. Dampened

The sorrow away.

C.

Where does this come from: bleakness blasphemy?

Evil is fibbing; chiding; melancholy.

I pray to land in a mud hill.

My old friend,of, mudpies. Houses. Fables.

If I conquer a delusion;

Black, darker than nightmares: fading on.

Hence, these days are gone.

Where is the sea to capture me?

Now, drown out the demonic, limping pic.

I fear no pitchfork. Cause isn’t

A tool to defeat me - Mine is larger.

D.

Oh, quicksand, time at last. Treasures linger.

Rebirth me someplace in divine hour.

I desire to be a desert flower.

Providing thirst in ample area

Needed over there. Somewhere. Carrier

Stingray fueling me with velocity be.

Drop. Dropping. Falling not. No, faltering.

Death not for me; my end. Plotting

Created wings to fly away forever.

I wanted to join you; Part of me, help

You. In love with thine hue: Black.

Coal....But, delusion: Man not mineral.

I inept to be back.